There is something special about Spring and the eventual arrival of Summer. This weekend in Colorado it is suppose to hit the 80s for the first time this year. I can’t wait to sit out on the patio with a glass of wine and write in the sun.
Do you have any writing plans this weekend?
Happy Friday Everyone!
I see that you see me watching you.
You watch as I position myself to capture just the right angle and clearly you’re not impressed.
The question is who is imposing of who’s territory?
They are everywhere, all you have to do is find yours.
It’s breaking up but it’s not the end.
It is the beginning, but the start of what is unknown.
On the precipice any number of things are possible if you,
just take a moment.
Sit down, be there, reflect upon your plan.
Just write, it will come to you just like
spring it will awaken you.
*I apologize for my lack of posts, I had a few class related projects come up but I am back on track. Thank you for your continued support.
Is it better to be on the inside or out?
The fog suggests greater warmth within, the sunlights hints of substantial beauty on the periphery.
To have both is impossible, each ruins the promise made by the other.
It is not merely a matter of which path, if only it could be that simple.
You might be surprised to find both can work. Neither is permanent.
Much like your perspective.
Exploring a Botanic Garden under the cover of winter gives a new perspective.
“The beauty isn’t hibernating, it’s incased in nature’s glass” —~Alysia
Ebb- Flow
Just wait a moment, there will be a new tide
on the same banks.
The shape might change
but
the actions will never falter.
Capture the moment,
an eternity encapsulated in a
reflection.
There is absolutely no reason to take this picture,
There is nothing interesting about it.
It doesn’t have contrast,
There is nothing significant.
Yet I can’t help myself.
Snap, Shutter, Snap, Snap.
Capture, whatever it might have been, it is now forever imposed in my camera.
Maybe one day I will figure it out,
Part of me hopes that isn’t true,
There is something forever interesting about
What might have been, what could be.
Most
of all
Mystery.
Walking down the path he happens to notice it out of the corner of his eye. He is in a hurry, he’s going to be late but he has to get a better look. A thousand little questions dance across his mind. What if? What if? What if?
Simple yet beautiful. A flicker from the wind makes them dance, a dance only they understand.
There is a story.
The shadow plays softly against the untouched snow, it is like the moon before it hides behind the clouds. It is like me standing on the path wondering what has happened to all these trees?
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