An eye-level hummingbird feeder. No brightly colored guests this morning. Not yet.
A mottled gray sky. No sun or streaks of blue. Not yet.
A blank page. No sentences to follow or story to chase. Not yet.
But the hummingbirds will come. They always do.
The sun will shine and blue sky will dazzle. It always does.
The words will come, thread into sentences that weave a story. So far, they always have.
Just not yet. Maybe not even today. But it’s all out there. I just have to be ready to catch the magic.
