Mar 25, 2012 14:48
Fleeting creative impulses! Why do I have my best ideas when I am gazing at a tree, and then they are gone when I run home to my pen? . I am going to have a big glass of tea. In happy times I am fond of tea, but hard times drive me to tea as well. So whenever I figure out what my mood is, I run straight for the tea pot and look inside. Once I know what's what, it is hard to go back to being confused.