It's One A.M. and I Feel Like Writing

But no matter how much one feels like doing anything, sometimes circumstances block the doing to force a sitting. A seat is a seat, a place wait. A place to rest. A place to sit and not do.

Some things are done sitting, and one's seat, for some, morphs into a prison, and, for others, transforms into a hall of old, happy dreams. But, just sometimes, circumstances block the doing and force a sitting. And a seat is a seat, a place to wait. A place to rest. A place to sit, and not do.

Some seats are soft, comfortable and a joy, and the seat becomes a holiday, a blessed vacation. Other seats are brittle and hard with high ridges and too low valleys. And somethimes circumstances block the doing and force a sitting. A seat is a seat, a place to wait. A place to rest. A place to sit and not do.

On some seats, passengers wait for planes, rest in buses, and students sleep in classes. On other seats, prisoners wait for parol, potatoes enervate on couches, and parents wait anxiously for sons and daughters. For sometimes circumstances block the doing and force a sitting. A seat is a seat, a place to wait. A place to rest. A place to sit, and not do.

And sometimes, just sometimes, a seat is the only place circumstances require.