Here's mine:
The breeze is slight and lovely; the sun plays a lazy game of peek-a-boo from above the errant fluffy, white clouds. I occupy a worn and weathered park bench, green paint flaking from its wooden slats. On my lap is the day's writing tool of choice, be it pen and paper or Sally (my AlphaSmart 3000). I look up from my latest project, needing a moment's brainstorm, as my daughters squeal with delight. They chase each other from slide to swing, content with the outdoors and one another. I breathe deeply, gaze off into the distance until the perfect phrase comes to mind, and refocus on the work in front of me.
Now, where's the sign up sheet? Put me down for this every Tuesday and Thursday at 1 p.m.
The breeze is slight and lovely; the sun plays a lazy game of peek-a-boo from above the errant fluffy, white clouds. I occupy a worn and weathered park bench, green paint flaking from its wooden slats. On my lap is the day's writing tool of choice, be it pen and paper or Sally (my AlphaSmart 3000). I look up from my latest project, needing a moment's brainstorm, as my daughters squeal with delight. They chase each other from slide to swing, content with the outdoors and one another. I breathe deeply, gaze off into the distance until the perfect phrase comes to mind, and refocus on the work in front of me.
Now, where's the sign up sheet? Put me down for this every Tuesday and Thursday at 1 p.m.
