It was Fairbanks for poems then Juneau for horses and all I did in those quiet moments between busy when I wasn’t writing…
…was think about writing.
So much to write about.
But laundry calls and the animals are hungry and the sun is shining…
…and the chores they just won’t wait.
If I start writing today I just might not stop.
So it’s not quite writing these ten minutes of being here.
No, not quite.
But only for now.