We brought out pony beads and string...
Paige dumped hers out and blew them across the table
Fynn strung by color and told me he had a hundred
After a little while they asked me to stop taking pictures
So I did
Sometimes it's that simple
I feel like my brain isn't working like a writer's brain right now. And it's like I've asked myself to stop writing for a little bit. And I don't really miss it.
Well, sometimes I do.
But most of the time I don't. When I do, I go to paper and jot things down. This space feels like it's shifting, and I'm not sure how, or why, or what's going on sometimes.
I'll post what I want to post here, I know that much.
Sometimes it's that simple.
