Clearing Out the Dust
A gentle rain patters on the roof of my writing hut. Something so soothing to the human breast, the sound of gentle rain, the whispering sleep-sounds of my two canine companions, some quiet New Age music on Pandora.
The blog posts, like the piano exercises I used to practice, hopefully, limbering up the fingers on the keyboard and clearing the dust away between the synapsis of this almost-retired teacher brain. Some of you may remember those old yellow Hanon piano exercise books with the ever more difficult finger exercises to practice left and right hand dexterity?