I awoke to the sound of birds singing–well at least they were singing in my head.  Instead, my radio blared the voice of P!NK belting out one of her hit songs.  I spent several minutes contemplating the pros and cons of shutting my eyes again.

I looked at the time–8:00am.  Since I was not the type of person to waste the day in bed, even a Saturday, I pulled back the covers and sat up—stretching my arms overhead with a great big yawn.

I grabbed my notebook and paper from the kitchen table, where they’d been left the night before, but I still wasn’t sure where I would begin today. Yet, I knew that a walk would help my ideas take shape, so I laced up my sneakers and stepped outside. I didn’t have a planned destination; my feet would be the guide.

In less than five minutes, the images started to form and dance around. I quickly found a place to sit and pulled out my mini journal which I always carried, in case inspiration arose spontaneously. I set down my backpack and furiously wrote everything I saw.

I don’t recall how much time had passed, but when I stood up again, the sun was directly overhead and I was feeling quite warm. Until then, I hadn’t noticed how hot it had gotten.

My skin was flaming pink.

I tucked my journal and pen into my backpack and headed home.