MUSINGS FROM A RECENTLY TOUSLED BED

This is a note that happens when the author crawls out of bed and decides that any excuse is a good excuse to crawl back in. The author (this one a male) decides he must write a note. It takes some time for an idea to form. While he waits, he watches the trees: outside, each of the thousand droplets clinging to the fir's spindly leaves catches the light that pours in from the whole sky, diffused by an unbroken cloud coverage; the droplets fall when a small bird lands on the branch and causes the bough to bow. The author smiles at the phrase "bough to bow." He decides to write a note about whether or not inspiration is more easily derived from sadness. Maybe the writing stays the same, but the sexually frustrated author was more eager to have his writing read. Maybe that's why this note took so long to write.