It’s almost mid February and the weather keeps bouncing between needing three layers to stay warm outside and warm enough to plant spring flowers. Feels like Mother Nature can’t make up her mind. Maybe she’s just in neutral.

We get that way sometimes. I find myself writing poems off topic from the collection I’m working on. I’m still making notes for my characters. They’re always on my mind.

But when the words hit the page, they go in different directions as if they’re not really meant for any one character in particular. The momentum is not at a full boil, not turned off completely, just idling in neutral.

Just keeping warm.