A good day it was. I worked at one of my favorite locations, my nephew from Coaldale showed up for a two day visit, I had a pretty good round of golf and we watched an awesome movie. Wow, huh? But did you write anything of import, I would ask? And, if I was wont to talking to myself, I would have to be honest and say no. I may yet pen the start of a poem. Or I may not. It's getting late. But inspiration is returning. My eyes are opening again to the wonderful things and people around me that I can write about. It feels good. Run with it! Write with it!