Let’s. This morning mine is a lightly frosted warm cinnamon doghnut that I unfurl from its spiraled dough. I’ll have it with chai. What about yours?

I’d originally written honoring the initiative, gift of stories to self and others, tapping on keys of creativity and such of the entrants. A friend told me it sounded like a Hallmark card and I had to confront my inner Hallmark card self, and change it up. I also didn’t include some snarky thoughts that hovered for a bit, or that I saw the results in the morning right before my first day of a dreaded assignment at a psychiatric hospital causing some moments of grey upon grey. I hope it’s OK to go on and on about your short, fun comment.