The Room

As the door creaks and squeals slowly open a sliver of light breaks through into the room. The room is cold and dark, cobwebs have taken and there is a layer of dust covering everything.  As the light grows across the floor the shadows that have ruled this room start to retreat and hide into the corners.  The cobwebs sway in a fashion that they are not accustomed to, the air has been still for so long that the webs are frail and shatter beneath the new found movement.  The light beaks across a desk sitting in the center of the room and the shadows recede behind it and stack themselves upon the wall.  As the door reaches the end of its path it collides with the wall sending a silent tremor through the room, disturbing the dust on the shelves and books along the walls.

A heavy foot passes through the doorway followed by a leg, as the foot strikes against the floor dust is kicked up and swirls in the air, coming again to rest on the highly polished leather of the boot.  There is a new found hope mixing with the still hanging air in the room. The hope of creativity, the hope that can fuel stories that will last a millennium, the hope that the shadows will never again rule this room and they will stay hidden in the corners and recesses of this re-discovered kingdom. 

A figure passes through the doorway, a tall figure with wild hair and fiery eyes. He walks over to the desk in the center of the room and places his strained hands on the chair. Inhaling deeply he arches his back, purses his lips, and releases his breath as he bends over the desk.  Dust clouds explode wildly into the air.  As the dust settles the man focuses his gaze on the desktop, on the typewriter, and on the potential.

Smiling, the man sits at the desk and feeds a new piece of paper into the typewriter.  Placing his hands on the keys he pauses, pondering what to write.

"I'm Back!" 

That's right, I am back.  I have left too much dust in my room here in Blogger, so I am going to start again..... At least once a week.