Its four in the afternoon, br I’m sitting with pen in hand br waiting patiently for br my imagination to break through br but it seems to be held back br behind a closed door. br My mind and my pen br want it to find the handle br open the door and come in. br However, it seems hesitant, br why I don’t know. br My thoughts are wandering br in different directions br and not on a steady course. br Maybe that is why br my imagination can’t get in.