As a writer I spend so much time in my head, in other worlds, in the minds of other characters, that I sometimes feel like I just send my body out to do the routine here on planet earth while the rest of me is someplace else. I think sometimes it's good to come back 'home', recall myself to this plane of existence and take a fresh look around. Did that this morning as the sun crept over the field near where I work and was treated to the astonishingly beautiful sight of ice crystals sparkling like shards of mithril all across the ground. Sometimes it pays to be awake. Like Dumbledore said, "It does not do to dwell on dreams, harry, and forget to live."
SK