Notice something each day and write about it: I sit on my couch and gaze out my window. Rain. Again. Never ending! The ground is so saturated there is no place for the water to go. The sky is ominous. Wind blows. Still. A dark foreboding day. What do I notice? My thoughts are on the lovely tree and gazebos that grace the park across the street from the post office. Lovely place.
- Stone # 17 (jobryantnz.wordpress.com)