For the Writer Who is Not Currently Writing

Or the creative who is searching for the way out of darkness

We made our slow and bumpy way down in a pickup truck all the way to the terminal end of a nickel mine in the Upper Peninsula, Michigan. 3,000 feet of rock above us, then a layer of trees so beautiful in reds and yellows and lodgepole pine green it would make your heart ache. But we were under all of that, where one shiver of the earth could send it dow…