This morning I went outside to retrieve my rubbish can. It was only the second time I had been outdoors in three days; the first being to take the rubbish out. The morning air inspired me to write, but I dare not write what I truly think or feel about the state of our union, due to sensitivities. So…I scribe about the air:
It is clean…
It is crisp…
It is blowing…
It feels damp
It is what we all breathe unless one is in the water.
Less we forget, the air is what we all breathe.
White Collar Female PhD. Felon, Prison Camp, Re-Entry, Criminal Justice Reform. Women, Lesbian
A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.
A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval
Brian Marggraf, Author of Dream Brother: A Novel, Independent publishing advocate, New York City dweller
Daily Article Drafts To A Better Writing Skill
Smile! You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever
Strumentisti di Parole/Musicians of words
the Story within the Story
Writer
