In and out
Sometimes I daydream about those quiet mornings at Starbucks on E Main Street. The mornings when I sat front row as the dance of snowflakes took place across my windshield at 4:50 am as I waited for the doors to open. Where I'd shuffle inside and frantically begin writing before the sun made its debut, halting the silence of those early morning writers. Sometimes I daydream about those lazy afternoons they call siestas when I'd sit on a blanket and write in the San Martin plaza. While families sipped their cooling terrere I would soak up the details to wring them out on paper; allowing me to again soak up the gibberish that never did make it back out. Do you suppose that somedays we take in more than we put out? And other days we quite possibly put out more than we take in. I've had a reverie or two (or 20) consisting of palm trees and sunshine, ocean breeze and sandy bottoms. It quickly collides with the phenomenon of my absolutely wonderful existence -- pine trees and t...