Spring Sunday

A warm breeze is blowing through the window and a mourning-dove coos softly as evening settles in. I've spent hours at the computer today composing an introduction to honor an old friend at our 40th high school reunion this weekend. I was pleased with my piece, only to find out after a practice read (foisted on my husband), that I've exceeded my allotted time. Not just by a minute or two, but by six of the little sixty second devils. Nothing like being TOTALLY over-prepared. Time to get the scissors out and start cutting. Sigh....the life of a writer....edit, edit, edit.