The Fourteenth

Writing to write

Justifying the habit

As I pose here near the window, near the end of this lovely spring day, as the bed I rest on holds me aloft just so, providing a comfort that lends itself to concentration, as a gentle breeze stirs the floral print curtains, as the sounds of the distant commuter traffic of the streets mingle with those of the nearby foot traffic of my family, I can’t help but think: If I’m not writing, I really ought to be helping with dinner. 

It’s more about the vibes than the view.