susanstinson

Too cool for the old sleeveless shirt I'm wearing. Might rain. I'm about to go outside to write, even though I feel a little hesistant to try it. It can be a bit slow to get back to fiction after all of the running around I've been doing. Seedpods -- the kind with one wing -- were flickering down past my window this morning.

Tell me something beautiful. Tell me about something you love.