I’ve been sucked away from my writing. Stupid short story took a left turn on me, who knows why. Too many distractions and demands by the angry poultry squawking about the house would be my guess. Ruffled tail-feathers aside, The Goose did produce something on Christmas morning [Gasp! After I had already overindulged myself!] which engaged the other lobe of the creative side of my brain. At least I was productive and not just couch-surfing.
Inspired by Beethoven… I give you:
Cello Movement In Pink