It must have been the breeze flickering the few dashes of yellow leaves throughout the city, but today felt like the first day of fall. Technically, the last day of summer was about a week ago but I was not about to believe the calendar for a season that for me rests on a feeling.
I’ll admit, I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s block for a short period of time. Must have been the weather. Nothing struck me as profound, or worth stating. The fodder has been there; hurricanes, floods, I even broke my umbrella. I’d like to say all my efforts had gone entirely into my book — which is practically the truth — but really, I just wasn’t pulling any energy from my site.
