I’m a writer that hasn’t written; outside of my contracted newsletters. I’m a photographer that has not taken a picture; other than what’s obligated. Like tires screeching on the pavement, my creativity drive stopped.
There’s a silence.
The view in the rearview mirror shows me the path I was traveling. Looking forward with my left hand on the steering wheel, right hand on the shifter, I press my left foot on the brake and with my right foot lightly feathering the gas pedal. The decision is made.
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