Time spent in idle repose (read feet up on a sun drenched verandah) staring at the mountains and accompanied by an armful of trashy novels leads to flights of fancy and whimsical fluff.
I meant to pen a punchy romantical interlude full of moonlight and roses, beating hearts and butterflies yet my internal engine is in idle mode and has led to a vacuum of inspiration. Perhaps it’s because that first flush of romance is a thing of the past? The emotional roller coaster that is a new relationship has evolved into a comfortable partnership between two like minded people who disagree about certain things but agree about so much more.
Some might call comfortable settling for second best, I say to each his own – comfortable is my first prize!