I said I would not be posting for a while. That the keeper was stepping down to the workshop.

And then something pulled me back up. The only word that fits is gravity.

What is gravity?

Newton gave us the equation. He explained apples, tides, orbits, and the moon with one formula. But he refused to say what gravity was. He described its behaviour with perfect precision and admitted he had no idea what he was describing. The most powerful description in the history of science. Of something the scientist himself could not explain.

Scientists described what gravity does. None of them described what it is or what it feels like.

So the singers tried. And they were better.

Coldplay used gravity as romance. The force that pulls two people toward each other when they look at the same sky.

Mayer used gravity as resistance. The thing working against him every time he tries to rise. The weight that wants him back on the ground no matter how hard he climbs.

A Perfect Circle used gravity as addiction. Lost, broken, dizzy, surrendering. Hands reaching for another pill. The pull toward the thing that is destroying you while you beg to be released from it.

Sara Bareilles used gravity as a person. Someone she keeps falling back to no matter how many times she tries to leave. The pull is not physical. It is emotional. And it is the one she cannot resist.

Love. Resistance. Addiction. And the person you cannot leave. Four songs. Four gravities. All real.

And anyone who has ever been unable to get out of bed on a morning when nothing is physically wrong knows a fifth. The alarm goes off. The body says no. Not tired. Not lazy. Just heavy. The kind of heavy that has no name and no song and no lyric. That is also gravity. The one nobody sings about because the person feeling it cannot get up to press play.

Five gravities. And nobody wrote an equation for any of them.

The singers understood what the scientists did not. That gravity is not one thing. It is the pull toward the person you love and the weight that keeps you from getting up. It is what brings you home and what pins you down. Warmth and heaviness. Love and depression. The same invisible force doing opposite things to different people on different days.

Maybe gravity was never meant to be explained. Maybe it was only ever meant to be felt.

And maybe all five explain why I am here. The romance of writing pulled me back. The resistance of the workshop tried to keep me down there. The addiction to this screen won again. The person I cannot leave is this blog. And some mornings, the heaviness almost kept me in bed instead.

But gravity won. It always does.

Hopefully this is my last post for a while. I am going back to the workshop. And this time I am building an anti-gravity suit first. I need more time down there.

And to the gravity that keeps pulling me back to this screen,

Set me free, leave me be.