The snow fell quietly on the trees as I thought about what I wanted to think about and that wasn’t really much at all. The mind can be greedy and inspiring. And trapping. But it’s nice to not think about much at all, if you can do it. Can you? Try it. Close your eyes. Cruise through time. Listen to a song. Or seven. Or this entire playlist. Rest. Come back to reality. Next thing you know it’s nine o’clock and you’ve got three new ideas for a book. Funny how turning off the light brings illumination.
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