Mindful Writing: A Stone’s Throw Away

Better. I didn’t quite get to the file right after I hit Save, but I did remember on my own and before noon.

Seven floors down, cars shush
and hiss on the wet tarmac; tires
send up spray to dot other
windshields. The road is black.

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On the beige carpet
long bars of sunlight
and the shadows
of vertical blinds
imprison me.