Blue Sky Thinking
I just was reading a post and sending it to Blue Sky
….and that took me to a blue sky over Birchwood in James City County, Virginia back in 1971 or so when I was reading “Dandelion Wine” by Ray Bradbury and watching the persimmon blooms and imagining the bread my mother would be making next fall from the ample supply we’d be harvesting from the tree that grew in our back yard.
I knew then what I know now. I wanted to be the writer of such things. I wanted to be able to covey what the grass felt like, what it smelt like, how the dirt was from which it grew and all the myriad forms of life that backyard harbored. So it is now that I’m writing a paragraph or two and throwing it out into cyberspace where it can be picked up by anyone who is equipped with the appropriate technology to receive it. I don’t know. I just am feeling the need to express that fleeting sensation from 54 years ago.
Onward!
“A paragraph or two” can be quite the accomplishment, depending on the day. Sometimes, I have to set the goal at one sentence. Whatever it takes to allow me to sit and write without overwhelming myself into the dreaded state of “writer’s block.”
A beautiful thing to realize you want to write. I know the feeling, wanting to describe the wonderful sites and sounds to express that great feeling of peace or accomplishment or any number of good feelings. Then to share with the world so someone else can get to feel good too.