Some days, ideas come to me like a spring rainstorm. Thoughts drop and pelt my brain until it flows over into my fingers and onto my screen. I cannot type fast enough, as my thoughts race ahead of me, looking back, urging me to hurry.
Other day, ideas avoid me- wild, feral cats who want nothing to do with my tame brain. I chase them, getting oh, so close. Just as I'm about to touch one, grab it's striped tail, it scurries away and hides beneath a rock. Then, I sit, hands still, hoping one of them will wander over and join me. They stay back, watching me warily, sending an occasional hiss my way.
Today is a cat kind of day. And, I really don't like cats.
(feral- domesticated species that has reverted to living in the wild.)