Crowing along the way with wisdom and practical advice
Today my fingers wish to play on keys of white or grey, but the trick is in finding what to say. Searching the index of a mind grown old, shall we search for sweetness or for bold. What! Sweetness is missing, misplaced in times of sullen mood. Then bold and brash we will be, and whatever arises, we will wait to see.
Have a great day of writing, everyone.
Originally posted here: "Note: Today my fingers wish to pla..."