I watched myself start to say I have nothing to say. And I reminded myself that the moment always informs if I listen. The surprise of not knowing what will come out on the page is the fun of writing.  As I let my breath relax and flow gently in and out I watch my typing slowing way down and my body and mind are quieting after this full day. The night air is finally cool. The summer nights are lovely when the temperatures fall into the 60’s from the high 80’s lower 90’s. The cool air rests me deeply.  I welcome what this night’s journey will bring and the gentle return into the early morning Light.  Sweet dreams Beloved.