Reading through bubbles...

I've claimed the disease of writers block many times however I'm unsure if it's truly writers block or my minds inability to focus on one thing.

This morning I awoke to coldness. The seasons are changing...you can smell it. I started thinking about how this breeze, ultimately a stranger, snuck into my home and proceeded to invade me. Raping me of the little warmth I had managed to forage during the night.

So then my mind goes off on this tangent, protesting the pilfering of my heat and at the same time captivated by its ability to enter my sanctuary and take. And I want to capture it...

So here I am lying in front of my laptop captivated by this bubble screensaver and mesmerized by how my words look when the bubbles glide over them when I'm suppose to be writing...

I don't think its writers block just a glimpse of my inabilities...