Write. Delete. Write write. Delete.

Change location. Try the inside of a car as opposed to the windy balcony.

Try looking Inspiration in the eye. Will you write about the boy with the prayer beads? Will you write a moving paragraph about the beggar with leprosy?

Delete delete.

I'll stand in the rain and shut my eyes. Then I'll talk about the surreal feeling. Or maybe the strange feeling. Or maybe some pseudo angst.

The fallen leaves and the sea breeze are both more poetic in my head. On paper, they fall flat and lifeless, like a bad hair day.

Scrap everything and wait for a brilliant idea to hit you.

If it hasn't come to you even an hour later, lather rinse repeat as needed.