Today is no different than any other day in the last month. 

And yet. 

AND YET. there are words coming out of my head that make some sense. 
They even line up nicely on the page, as though they were not giving me trouble at all the last few weeks. 

I’m not looking at my muse. If I glance in their direction they might scare. 

Send me happy writer vibes! Please! I beg you!