I'm taking a writing workshop this summer. It's fun, motivating and lots of work.

I rode to work this morning with the windows down. The late night plundering of now whispy nimbus relinquishes power to cirrus, sweet nector, is a gift from the gods. Cumulous cool, moist air catapulted into my lungs, crashing through veins and capillaries with glee. Like a tall glass of cool water, soggy oxygen poured through my body, icy and invigorating, an unstoppable flood. Saturated brain cells, reviving and reveling in the sustenance of life woke. Steamy clams, with hungry mouths they devoured their drippy feast, carousing with the exstacy of being alive!

I liked it too (lol!.