as i move down the aisle to plant time

Settling into writing at night. I would still prefer to write in the morning but it’s become almost impossible to drag myself up at five every morning. I would prefer to write in the morning if I weren’t so tired. Maybe I’ll find a job in the future where I work in the afternoon so that I can use the late morning to write. Just a thought. I admit I do spend much time thinking about how my writing time will turn out for me as this life of my rolls out in a long carpet.

I produced this passage:

Across the water, an elderly couple came to a bench. The man held the woman under her arms and half-lifted her from the walking cart to the bench. Then he took out a box of blueberries from the grocery bag and gave it to her. She ate them one by one. She offers the box to the man who takes a few in his hands and picks from his handful. They watch the scenery about them. When the man finished, the woman offers the box of blueberries again, and he takes a few more.