Why?

There have been several occasions where I've had an itch to sit down at the computer and write something, only to rest my fingers atop the keyboard and watch them remain still. No movement. Nothing to say. So why the longing to write? Do I just enjoy hearing the individual clickings of each key coming together in frivolous typing? Is it the atmosphere I'm longing for- that calm, still feeling in the air, minus the dim music coming from my iTunes? Or perhaps I just wish I had something to inform the masses about, thought-provoking or not. Maybe I simply want people to remain well-read, feeling that my words are somehow helping this cause?

This early morning is one of these occasions. I have written about nothing, yet somehow, my fingers have managed to click out a brief 150ish-word entry to occupy a minute of your time.

Ted Trueblood- outdoor writer. conservationist. Idaho's finest.