something else
Right outside my window is a beautiful red rose, being beaten up by the wind. I decided to go out and rescue it, and was reminded of a quote from the Vietnam war: "We had to destroy the village in order to save it."
Anyway, it is now sitting on the table next to me and it smells good.
I came in the room to write about something else, but now I have forgotten what it was.
Distracted by a rose.






that's a great thing to be distracted by.
How are things with you?