Coulda. Shoulda. Woulda.

I could write about the heat: but it's summer people, and it's supposed to be hot. (A local news channel used the word "heat" 16 times in a 30 minute broadcast. Nooo, they don't drive public hysteria. That's crazy talk!)

I could write about health care reform: but have you seen the fervor, the anger, the protests being stirred up at town hall meetings daily? I don't have that kind of energy.

I could write about the two "friends" that I have cut out of my life because they were never really friends to begin with. But why? They don't care, and they don't see anything wrong with the way they are.

I could write about my happiness, my at peace at all times feeling: but I don't have the right words just yet.

I could write about the absolute beauty of an open field at twilight, or how the fog glitters low in the sunrise light: but, I'd rather take a picture for you. (and I will)

I could write about a lot of things. But I won't.