Woke up to blue skies and Monday sunshine. Dogs out, coffee on.
Back upstairs with one dog resting at my feet.
Warm toes. Dog snores.
I sift through paper clutter looking for stories to tell.
Stories that will pull you in, change your mind, send you in a new direction.
Make you think. Catch your breath or take your breath away.
Don’t make it complicated.
Or look too far ahead.
Sometimes what’s real is that one simple thing: one dog sleeping with her head
At your feet. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]