Snow Angels and Sand Castles

This is what writing oftentimes feels like to me. A happy, little moment of !! plop !! falling into and moving those arms, legs, hands, head and body in such a way that ta-da !!

Stand up.

Step back …

and weeee ! look !! LOOK !!

or sitting by a shore, taking and adding and building and creating, knowing this beautiful something’s lifespan is incredibly brief, viewed by many

or only a few …

hmmm.

One word added to another, another, another, placed ever so gently into space and time, with pride, accomplishment and ! Look ! LOOK ! just like that, washed away.

Until tomorrow, where the desire to continue lives, where you, Dear Writer, begin again and yet again. Following elusive, but forever pursuing, wishing simply to shhhh, blanket yourself within the quiet, hopeful, pure loveliness of this dream

& ahhhh,

how I adore snow angels and sandcastles.

♥

Oh Yes I Can