Well a few weeks have gone past lacking inspiration. Not to mention the daily grind of life, as it whizzes by and provides plenty of opportunities to distract me from my plans.
I stare out the window and what do I see?
Blue skies and streaky clouds,
gliding their way to me.
Swaying trees and rustling sounds,
the rumbling of log trucks growling past.
A moment of silence, nothing moves.
Like a breathe quickly held.
Then, like a spell, with a shiver and a shake
it all begins again.
