I'm sitting in my new office. It's filling with light and sun and the sounds of the street. There is a big window in front of my computer that opens to the sky.
I watch the clouds slide across the skypallet, like they are posing for Richard Misrach. I see airplanes create their contrails high above the city. I hear the sirens of police cars or ambulances, the hum of helicopters in the sky and the whir of the traffic in the street. The caws of crows, the small chirps of sparrows, the dry leaves falling.
The setting sun fills the room with light, setting it aglow. The rest of the house is dark, but this room, where I sit in my office, is on fire.
It's a good place for a writer and I've been inspired today. To be a good writer, one must not only have skill with words and discipline to write them, one must have a window with a view onto the world. An inspiring view.
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