Writing this seven hundredth blog seems to be a bit of a struggle as well. I’ve approached it several times but I keep getting distracted by the falling snow outside. My thoughts are all scattered like the snowflakes swirling and drifting aimlessly in the wind. The flakes blow up, down, left, and right, mimicking the words fumbling through my brain.
Snowflakes that read: love, work, trudge, heart, women, rage, shame, booze, lunch, snow, cold, all bounce against each other in the icy wind. I’m finding it terribly hard to pick just the right ones. I just have a heavy shovel full of words tossed in with the other piles of words. The words have been plowed and salted, trampled underfoot and even melted.
700 blogs, it’s hard to believe. Thank you for all your continued reading dear readers.