First post

Needing to come up with something profound to say for a first post applies an uncomfortable pressure to one’s creativity. Perform! And do it now.

This does not improve my ability to do so.

I could write that I took a walk on the Monon Trail at 8 this morning, just as the Easter egg blue and white-marbled sky was separating itself from grey dawn.

Or that the daffodils outside my office window shiver rather than dance in the crisp breeze of morning, which in no way diminishes their ability to charm me. I am relieved to see them and to know with certainty that color is returning to the world.

That will have to do.