The wind was blowing in my office window last week, repeatedly chasing papers off my already disorganized desk.
I was deep in “writing thought” and was annoyed at the intrusion. I would have shut the windows, but I’ve been so hot for what seems like the entire summer; the breeze was a welcome reprieve from “glowing.”
Remember, men sweat and women glow. If that’s really the case, then I’m practically fluorescent.
I reached for something heavy to contain the papers and I grabbed a bowl filled with small stones—a bowl that sits on the shelf above my desk.