I can see a tiny swath of trees and sunshine from beneath the awning over my bedroom window. The leaves on the trees have begun to take on the sunshine-yellow hues that herald the start of fall. There must be a breeze out there, because I can see flurries of golden birch leaves fluttering like some cheerful cross between snowflakes and butterflies. It makes me yearn to run outside so that I can film it or just be in the shower as it floats earthward from the trees. Instead, I am inside with the weight of a sleeping cat holding me firmly in place. But I have a laptop in front of me, so I will document the moment with a flurry of keystrokes and thought symbols floating in straight and orderly lines upon the white of virtual paper.
Now, outside that captured moment, I realize that my mind is pushing itself firmly toward NaNoWriMo mode. The desire to write is climbing steadily toward the top of my to do list. And in the back of my mind, there are flurries of characters and situations and worlds to explore all floating around and awaiting their turn to be rendered into words.