I have nothing to say at the moment. Just sitting here, trying to force words out my fingertips. The sun is out. The weather is nice. The backyard’s only occupants are myself and Mila (the dog).
Things are happening. Good things. I choose not to write about them at the moment, because there must be more to my life, than the good things I pursue. Something equally good must come from just sitting here, saying nothing, doing nothing, and letting it all sink in.
I think I accidentally just said something just now.