Flashback
Doing the dishes is usually rather calming for me, and gives me a sense of mild accomplishment.
Flashing vividly back to the day I wrote Rainbow's Edge is not helping much.
I'm standing here doing the morning chores And trying hard not to cry Remembering all of the things we did In all of the days gone by. And there isn't a rainbow this time, But maybe before tonight I'll remember enough of the words I need For the song that I want to write.
... or maybe not. I wrote that song already.
(11:52) Oddly enough, writing this did help a little. But only a little.