Windows stand before us like portals. We are safe and young in the sunlight translated through glass. The warmth of sunshine slows us in healing ways. I need it because I am so scattered. I race in 12 directions. My mind scatters like a flock of birds, and I keep trying to pull it all back together so I can focus. Then unfocus, but in a constructive sort of way. Creativity requires a sort of unfocus. But not just any unfocus. Stress, anxiety, and burden all have a sort of unfocus to them as well, but not the constructive type. I need the type of unfocus that allows ideas to swell and flow in and through me in a sort of controlled frenzy; where the ideas are not my own, but I reign them in and guide them. I take ownership of them and put them to paper. The good ones are claimed as my own and I am happy to sign autographs. But I know they are not mine. They come from that inner sun that shines ideas inside me, I just need to establish a calm, like glass, and stand in the right place to feel the heat.