Thunder. When you’re at home. Holding your baby. Watching thick fat raindrops splatter the pavement quenching the thirst of the grass which were yellowing bit by bit with each passing day.
Inspiration. It done gone and struck me after who knows how long and the revising of my manuscript is now in frenetic full gear. And its oh so much funner on a brand new sparkly white laptop.
Sleep. As beautiful a thing as God ever created. Sleep: I miss you. I hope one day we will meet again.