The thought that got away. Last viewed as my eyelids grew heavy on the bus into work this morning. At that moment the spark that was The Thought lit and leapt across some synapse in my brain, showering a heavenly vision that shown upon the inside of said eyelids and led to a smile spreading involuntarily and gently across my face as my body yielded to a last call from Mr Sandman. Leaving my mind alone to create spectacular beauty and ponder life's mysteries.
Or so I'd like to think that is what my mind was off doing while my mouth hung agape, drool slipping out of the corner of my mouth as my snoring grew so loud that it even awoke me. But sometime between the eyelids closing and the mouth opening there was some creative spark that was ignited. Unfortunately during the day it was misfiled. Probably by a conscious that was (temporarily) focused on the day job, aka work.