Inspiration Comes From Everywhere
Driving through some backroads, I got a feeling. It was good. It's a feeling that doesn't come too often lately, maybe because I'm very busy? But it felt really good again. I saw a house coming up from the road up the hill. It gave me a thought. What's in there? What has happened around here? And then my imagination burst. Inspiration comes from everywhere, and I love the inspiration I get from upstate. Don't get me wrong, the city has its own inspiration. But up further up w here the trees take over the buildings, special things happen. I reached for my ice machiato with the extra turbo shot and swirled it around, thinking of what I would write later on. WCM