Today’s writing session began as just about every other time I write. I sat in the local coffee shop, sipping on overly sugared Earl Grey, listening to music, and letting my mind wander. I clicked from Facebook to Twitter to drafts on the blog to Facebook skipped a song and back to Facebook. I had not yet written something worth publishing.
People walked in the front door not closing it behind them letting in a large gust of freezing air from the world outside. As I got up to close the door, I looked out the window. A light mist flew in the wind. The trees were bare from the winter moving in. The sky loomed gray. People wandered around the square greeting each other as old friends do. Across the way was the Irish Bred Pub trimmed in greenery for the Christmas season.
For a moment, I thought I was in Ireland.