Since yesterday's post was more serious than normal, I thought I'd post something happier today.
Inspiration can be found in the smallest of things...
It can be found in the chipped white table covered in small, sticky fingerprints and bread crumbs.
It can be found in the early morning chirp of birds, welcoming the day.
It can be found in the dance and shiver of silk in the summer breeze, a hint of rain teasing the air.
Or, it can be found in the gentle sway of grain in an endless field of gold, when the sun gives its last burst of light before it fades away.
As writers it is our job to find inspiration, for ourselves and for our readers.
Have you found it yet?