Finding the Flow

The coffee has reached room temperature. The bitter bite reminds me that it is time to refill the cup again. Morning will not move forward without this action.

Refilled I can once again type. Let the words pour forth with the hopeful goal of something worth keeping.

Choosing the music that will fill the room is of equal importance. This morning the new Blake Morgan album is chosen and the fingers find their groove.

Finding the flow is something we strive for. We crave it like a donut junkie on S...