Looking Glass

 I sit here at my friend's house; the one who has the gorgeous home and two Pugs in need of care, while she travels to Montana. I have been commuting to work from here these last few days and discovered it was only a mile farther than my regular digs. The atmosphere and home is lovely; resort-like, relaxing and inspiring. Yet, I sit here staring at my keyboard and deliberate about what to write. What is of importance in these last few weeks of my life? What would readers want to read? Maybe nothing...maybe everything. I have not pondered this too much in the past and have written what comes to mind. Today however, I am pondering it. I have read my friends' posts of late and commented on some of those posts to show my appreciation or support of their circumstances and writings. Despite my inspirational surroundings, I am baffled and at a loss of what matters and what I should write.  Maybe describing the scene will help. The sky is clear blue and the water is a pristine blue...