Today's 100 words:
Last night I found my inspiration. He came to me in the form of Phil, an 86-year-old man my husband had once sung with in the choir. Phil is a poet, and each time we've met him as we did last night--in the grocery store--he's said that he wants to give me some of his poems. Last night he did. I read them as we drove home, impressed by his obvious talent. Later I went to my office, eager to work on my own poetry, inspired by this man who has never stopped following his passion.