The Well's Dry

I stare at the paper and nothing happens. No words flop out of my pencil and relieve the unending white. Maybe later.

I bet it looked cool to see fireworks during the snowstorm. I was hoping for thunder snow, one of the weather guessers said we might have it, but no luck. Thank god for snowblowers! That stuff was nice and wet and heavy, too heavy for me to shovel. We'd have been stuck here until the thaw without the little red snowblower. Yeah, not really, but it'd be nice sometimes.

Nice images there, Bob. I like the woman's smile and the man putting his arm across the chair back to connect them.

--Barbara