Futile

I've been sitting for a long while this morning staring at the computer screen, wondering what to write.  Nothing is coming to me.  

Nothing. 

The morning is clear and cold.  I stare through the window watching the runners pass.  The street is blocked to traffic.  A road race, all women, benefitting the fight against breast cancer.  The day will be beautiful, I think.  

And still. . . nothing.  

Nope.  Not today.  

And so it goes.