It was a surprise. A sign intended to demonstrate when I was grappling with words, trying to write, and therefore better left undisturbed.
The King got the kids to paint it in secret. How much more could I love a dude that understands my need for space and makes every effort to honor it without throwing a messy den or unmade dinner into the batch.
Do I use it? Sometimes.
Though mostly I write on the back stoop-- and in the bed-- anywhere I can steal the seconds. So I'm grateful. For the gift. And for what it symbolizes.
