This freewrite is supposed to be just that, a freewrite, w/o any subject to conform to. So that leaves my simple mind wide open on a somewhat barren landscape. What little thought there is rolls through like tumbleweed. If I were to photograph my mind it would be just that, a barren landscape with tumbleweed rolling. Maybe, if you're lucky, and you wait long enough you'll get the shot of a wolf making its way through.
The heat broke today, and the rains came. I got caught in a good downpour, and it was refreshing. I like getting caught in the rain.
I look over to evie, to see her writing, wonder what she's writing. Maybe I could copy it. Cheating on freewrites.
Two more minutes to go in this subjectless land. Why did we even hve this as a topic? This shows you -- what? I don't know. Not sure what else to say, had I something to say, I'd be sayin' it.
Well, that was a sad commentary!