I have nothing profound to write, but I gotta write something. I've gotten out of the habit. Oh, sure, I write. I write my lectures up for my online class. I write proposals. All school stuff. So here's to beginning a good habit. I've found that when I am in the habit of writing every day, I become more observant.
Like the snow. It's not the snow that intrigues me. It's the wind speaking with the snow's voice. But my powers of expression are blunted, dulled by the headache that kept me home today. Perhaps tomorrow will be better.
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