2.2.15 We Weave Through the Back Country Roads

     We weave through the back country roads, piled high with new pristine snow, all sharp corners. 
     We drop off K at the University for work, and pull out onto the road.
     "Mira often thought...", I hear inside my head. It seems my brain is in the mood to write some of the novel. 
Speaking into Siri, I laugh. thinking about how similar brains writing things on their own-comes on like your kid, waking in the morning for school , you sitting on their bed. 
     How they begin immediately recounting the dream they just left behind, rubbing their sleep creased eyes. gazing at you . . 
      That's what it's like, that moment when something inside of me is piqued, 
begins continuing the story we are writing. 
     Good morning! Surprise. Are you ready? Here we go.