Winging It

Today I'm just gonna write.

Right here.

Right now.

Writing.

I'll see where it takes me.

Where I end up.

What is my brain thinking about?

So many thoughts swirl through at once.

I glimpse a piece of something...

Then it's gone.

What was that?

Writing.

It's Labor Day.

Do I need to blog about it?

I think not.

Not that I've read anyone else's,

But I don't want to write about that.

Right now.

Right here.

Writing.

I'm hot and muggy.

Sweating for no reason.

I've wiped my brow more times than I can count.

I'm just sitting.

Writing.

Did I really just write about the weather? 

Oh man.

I guess I did.

But that's how it is...

Right here.

Right now.

Winging it.