I guess what you could say is that I'm staring at the blank page before me, opening up the dirty window, and letting the sun illuminate the words that I cannot find. I’m reaching for something in the distance, so close I could almost taste it… should I release my inhibitions, and feel the rain on my skin?

While changing into my night-time sweatshirt from my day-time sweater, I realized that everything I do has been influenced heavily by none other than Mister Rogers.