Most days something special happens, and then I try to write down the amazing thoughts that cross my mind, but I my muse will not cooperate. So tonight I am fighting back. Yes it’s like having a car that has no engine. My mind is like a flower garden, but a harsh frost has covered the garden wilting its perceived beauty. Yes my fingers are numb with cold, but the rays of the sun light up the hoar of a bitterly cold night and a different type of beauty returns…