Teardrops on Redwood

I lay stretched out on my bed in the darkness of an unlit room. The sky must be completely overcast as little light filters through my thin blue-flowered curtains. It's only late afternoon, and rain torrents fall in a soothing clamor outside my window. Ah, it's lovely today. In a completely wasteful way.

I need to work on being more...more...what's the word? Disciplined, that's it.

Well, it's an interlude, I must get back to writing on the Colombia book! It must be written!