Writer's Block

As I look into the computer screen with the sun shining in from behind me, I can see my fingers tapping quickly across the keyboard. I am watching them as each letter is hit, but they move too fast to see them as individuals. I can't stop watching them, mesmerized by the movement which I control. I control the movements, but I still wonder how am I doing this. I don't even realize that I am doing it, and before long I have written a paragraph, not evening knowing where it came from. My gold ring glimmers in the sun shining through the window, as I continue to stare at my hands gliding across the keys. The best thing about this blog is the way my fingers flew across the sun reflected on my computer screen.