Drifting through Lynnland

I have been trying to write for almost four hours. The words won’t come. I think it’s the unseasonably warm weather and the blue sky that has me drifting and dreaming. I am sojourning in Lynnland and can’t find a way to return to Earth. Maybe, I’ll write something later.

I do have an admission to make. I started reading the Bill Clinton autobiography this week. Write it off to curiosity.

I hope you have a good day, everybody.