I finally got an idea for writing.

[railenthe]

As I was trying to figure out what to write, floating around on the Reign of Bohemians website, I started listening to music.  I'd been trying to think of something for days, and nothing was working.  So I browsed around on my profile on Last.fm and saw some songs that I hadn't heard in a while.

I hadn't heard them in a while because I am not a subscriber, and therefore have a limit imposed on how many times I can on-demand a track.  To get around my craving for this song, I went to Rhapsody's site and burned a few free-trial listens on the song that I had to listen to.

I picked a song that has been a favorite since I learned about the group's existence:  Bridges to Shambala by Yulara.  I don't know why, but this is smooth-jazz/lounge/chill-out, but grouped under the generic label of New Age.  I didn't care, though, I just wanted the song.

As I listened, I distinctly remember hearing the sunset over the tall-grass plains, watching a river winding underneath a rickety bridge.  The sunset was frozen in that deepest part where the sky turns purple in a place, and remains red in a place; a true shade of blue is nowhere to be found.  Clouds cut across the sky like a baker's frosting pipe over the canvas of his fresh cake, making impossible decorations and stunning.  All of a sudden I have a distinct sense of whirling around me.  Not spinning, but the sky is moving on its own, the stars, clouds, and wind itself combining to give me a static ride through the cosmos.

I'd clean forgotten that, when my mind is a total blank, my sound-to-color synaesthesia kicks in with a vengance.

And there it was.  THAT was my story.

I'm banging it out right now (well obviously not RIGHT now, 'cause I'm updating this thing RIGHT now).  Hopefully, it'll be the first piece of my portfolio.