About twenty minutes ago, the sky grew dark and the wind started whipping the branches in our front yard around like long arms trying to scare you on Halloween night. Now the sky is pouring buckets, and the thunder is cracking skulls.
It's the perfect time for daydreaming on the safe, dry couch inside our house.
And it has me wondering: Do you make time for daydreams, writer? Do you let your thoughts wander and your imagination flow? What creative surprises might meet you if you did?