Inspiration, that’s what I long for,

Something to show me that life is not

Rising in the morning,

Working through a list,

Then laying down in the evening.

Even as the sun goes through the paces that I’m weary of,

I can only nod at the show.

Today it rains, shrouding the view in gloom.

I watch as giant droplets hit the glass.

My eyes follow them sliding down,

Seeing that they turn into ice balls tumbling.

It is not cold outside.

Did that just happen?

I jump from my chair.

Nothing like a mystery to get the blood flowing.

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This story is brought to you by Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers photo challenge. The inspirational photo is the property of Ted Strutz. Follow the link for more stories springing from this visual well.

Till next time,

Best, Clare