Sometimes when I sit down to write, I stare at a blank screen or a blank page, bereft of any inspiration.
On other days like today, I stare at a blank screen paralyzed by the opposite affliction. My mind is barraged with such a swarm of thoughts and ideas that I am incapable of latching onto any one of them in order to mold it into coherent thought.
I'll leave it at that - plus an exquisite pair of views of some brilliant fall color, ablaze despite the murky weather.
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