It’s late. I’m sitting at my desk looking for inspiration. Something to write about. Outside, the breeze is just strong enough to move the branches of the lime tree against the edge of my decking roof. It squeaks and groans. I hope it isn’t keeping the neighbours awake with its incessant, irritating rubbing.
Have you ever had one of those irritating itches that just won’t go away and you can’t quite reach? Kinda like the itch deep inside your ear. And when you shove your finger in trying to scratch it, it just gets worse. It niggles and jiggles, worming its irritating way around never quite leaving, never getting any worse. Annoying with its cloying presence, ever reminding you that something is not quite right. But not giving any clues or ways forwards, backwards. or sideways.
That’s what the branch is reminding me of. The wind has died down a bit now, so there’s only the odd scratch. Just enough to remind me it’s still there.
I wonder what’s lurking somewhere, waiting to emerge and be recognised….
© Raili Tanska