This morning I woke with a burning need to write part III of this story. I knew exactly how I wanted to start. Two hours at the computer and I’ve got nothing. I have written and deleted this paragraph several times. Let’s hope this one sticks. It aint much, but it’s a start, an opening. More feeling than exposing. The white screen is a cloudy sky. The words are drifting grey, trailing and shifting in and out again.