Y’all, it’s beautiful outside today.

I always find that in that space between seasons – the end of one and beginning of another, when things first start to change – it’s hard for me to focus. I just want to watch, and feel, and experience.

Anybody else?

My plan for today was to get some non-writing tasks done and then devote the afternoon to creative work. But alas, it’s just perfect daydreaming weather, and I think I shall just have to go and play outside instead.

And I’m not even sorry.

(Well, maybe I’m a little sorry. Or, at least, I likely will be tomorrow. But tomorrow’s tomorrow. We only get one today, don’t we?)