Sticky Days

I’m stuck today.

Stuck somewhere between the light of the sun and the shade thrown by the trees. I don’t know any other way to describe it. My mind and my eye keep wandering there, to that in-between place, and I can’t pull a thought back out.

I briefly toyed with the idea of writing about pain and joy as creative motivators by my heart is not in it. Instead, my heart is focusing on the chirping of a bird and the color of the light, the angle of the shadows and the idea of how the kiss of the...