I’ve been at my desk since 4am staring at a blank word doc and listening to Craig Old Road begin its ritual of rising for the day. This can be a possible recipe for disaster. It’s never good when the words won’t flow.

So I kick back, reach for dear old Arthur’s brew and watch the sun make its climb into my world. I indulge my senses, feed them some pleasure and for the first time in weeks, I relax.

Even if my soul does not stain a single page today, at least I’ve had my one moment of bliss.

Dear old Arthur’s brew.

Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go.
Sara.