Room With a View

The stairs go down. Leave the hot land of day, and descend down into an inviting cool. Smell the fresh pine scent. The desk somehow stays new after all these years. The basement isn't large, just one room. There's a desk, and a light switch. On the desk is a sheet of paper and a pen. The pen is different for everyone. Some have a ballpoint, others a quill. It matters not. Now, go to the curtains. Fling them aside, and gaze through the window. Sometimes this is the only place you can see. When you can't see out, you see beyond. Wonder lies beyond the glass, and everything needed to document it is waiting. Don't hesitate.

Write.