Here it is a beautiful morning. I am sitting here typing away at the word processor. I can’t think of a thing I would rather be doing. Making up stories and poems and having a ball doing it. But there is another side of things. Maybe I should get up just for a minute and take a looksee at the world around me. Unfortunately that means I might not come back to the word processor and finish my five hundred words or so. Maybe that would be a good thing. I’m not sure.
look out the window
see a tree, watch a bird
maybe a squirrel
Uncle Bardie's Stories & Such 
We have the days where the keyboard taunts us. In the end, you found the words.
Always a good thing to go out 😊