Recently I have been writing A LOT.
I've been randomly driving off places and stopping at random service stations across the south east of England, and for some reason I've been writing lots, sitting in those small roadside cafes.
But since this creative burst began, I've been in a bubble. It's hard to describe, but it's there when I wake up and look outside. All across the sky, it fits like a sphere of invisible wall over to the horizon. Sometimes it is closer, say to about 5 metres in circumference around me. It cuts me off from things and brings me closer to the world at the same time. And the odd thing is, it is a REALLY comfortable feeling. Every time I realise it's happening again, I feel all sedate and calm.
I feel a bit like an astronaut actually. It's a very nice feeling though, btu I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Maybe it's just the weather we've been having recently in the UK?