I do not personally believe in writers block. There will always be something to write about, you just have to buckle down a little bit. Freshen up your routine a little and you'll most likely have some sort of inspiration hit you.
So, a couple days ago I did just that and I happened to take a drive down a road less traveled (by me at least). I had to go to my mothers work, the same elementary school I attended as a youngster, and the route that I had traveled nearly ever day for six years of my life was looked at in new eyes.
I quite honestly felt kinda old going through those back roads, but one of the most distinct things I can remember from my trips to Hartwood was the old African American man that used to stand on the side of the road at an intersection and just wave to people as the drove by.
I used to always be so worried for him because he really did look like he could keel over at any moment, also the back roads were not exactly the safest place to be. But at least once a week that man was out there with his big toothy grin waving at everybody.
I really will remember him always because of that litte bit of kindness he wished to share with the busy bee's lost in the bustle of their morning routines.
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