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 where 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 

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