This morning is shimmering in fog. It's not heavy or dense but iridescent sheets I can weave in and out of like the plastic strips hanging from a walk-in freezer. I need to go run. I only paused to drink my coffee. I'll be off in only a moment but I wanted to see what might appear on this page if I put my fingers to the keyboard.
More words appeared than I thought. More appeared than you see, since I've removed so many. And that is the process. Write. Put it down. Read a bit, and be brave enough to weed it out. I have some stories that need some serious weeding. But right now, I will go run before the day burns off my shimmering fog.
TT
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