I can’t write about the darkness
unless I can see a clear blue sky,
unless I can see flowers running riot in wild gardens, growing trees full of bugs and noisy birds and fat squirrels teasing crows with peanuts and treats given to them by people sitting alone on benches and lawn chairs hoping the sun would shine a little brighter in their yards today
I can’t write about monsters
unless I can walk my dog and meet happy puppies and laugh at the way they say hello to each other- with wagging tails, flopping ears and short happy puffs of doggie breath.
I can’t write about nightmares
unless I can daydream about good things too.