


| I sit to write but my mind is awash with so many images that nothing slows long enough to form a solid thought. The random flashes come and go as does the lightning in the storm – bright, clear, sometimes startling – then gone as suddenly as it appeared. Some thoughts are warm, some cold; others happy, then sad; a few fun, some not. So I put pen to paper and let this rambling flow on. Maybe in its random nature I can find a solid thought that will stay long enough to pass on to paper. |
| Thoughts By Herbie Medlin |