It felt different than usual, the cold rainy afternoon.
This winter had been the wettest she could remember.
The fire crackled, calling her to its warmth, but her mind was elsewhere. Muses tugged at her hair again, causing the ends to be static-filled and frazzled. There was no smoothing them back, no, not when the Universe sang to her: CREATE.
Just a little rainy day drizzle! I’m currently working on more poetry, and still chugging along on the Urban Fantasy. I hope to have some exciting news for y’all soon!