Only the light shining on this paper written of words. The computer has not been switch on - not yet. No electronic gadget is around grieving for me. I remembered it is as simple as once it use to be for me in my younger days. My attention is only mine alone. That's how simple it is to write. Words are only words here; me and them. Nothing distracting us. Does feel free. Less is definitely more these days. Privacy is pristine here and now. The world is left out of this moment. I have no care of what's happening to the world out there. Who I am is what I am in these hand written words - it's what it's.