Thursday, January 7, 2016

Writers write, or not.

Words are merely the vehicle on which thoughts ride;
and when the vehicle creaks too loudly in the wheels
it distracts attention from the cargo.
                                             James Rudolf Adams



The kitchen is dark, she stumbles into the room. Instinctively, she is drawn to the big window that looks over the farm. There is a slip of the moon in the dark sky. A bright star that has a name that escapes her, sits beside. The bright star moves slightly. She rushes to grab those binoculars sitting on the counter. It cannot be a star, the shape is too strange, is what she is thinking. It has to be the space station. Oh, she wants to believe this. Are those people manning the space station looking down and watching her? It is impossible, but she thinks it. She does not really know. Her eyes are still full of sleep, her mind still hanging on to the dreams of the night.


The brilliant light slides down from the moon’s surface and dances upon the icy ground. The smoke, from a smoldering wood stove below where she stands with her toes curled, dances and laughs at this girl not quite awake. She tries to see the moon, the star or possibly the space station through the smoke that floats and dances and she smiles as it drifts. With her camera always at hand, she opens up the window. A cold air rushes in curling her toes, even more, making her shiver. She tries to capture the moment, the dream that is escaping.


The morning ritual of coffee making, sitting and writing down dreams begins.


She takes her place at the table, her computer roars to life. Her mind wanders and her eyes become distracted by the beauty that keeps changing outside the big window. She has no hope of capturing the words or the beauty. She watches the moonlight fade and that space station turns back into a faded star with the name that escapes her. It was only her imagination in the morning haze.


The moonlight stops dancing on the icy surface, where her footprints from the day before are frozen in time. She gets up and once again opens up that window. The cold air rushes in and curls her toes. She captures the moment which will change again. The aroma of the coffee brewing makes her smile. Closing the window she sits back down to see if the words come.

She wonders where the time goes. She must hurry there are chores that need to be done. There is no time for “Dilly-dallying” as her Grandma used to say.


Later

31 comments:

  1. what gorgeous views you have! :)

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  2. What beautiful writing so early in the morning. The view is gorgeous for sure.
    Have a great day on the farm.

    Hugs,
    JB

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  3. Lovely words to go with those stunning views!
    Have a happy day!
    Christineandhercamera.blogspot.com

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  4. Almost sounds like you're describing me.

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  5. I love mornings like this with the sun rising and the crisp fresh cold air as I look out at our valley taking in all the beauty it offers me . We still don't have any snow here for now maybe by the end of this weekend we will have some on the ground ! Lovely post and photos ! Thanks for sharing , Have a good day !

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  6. I love the glimpse into the magic - both through your window and inside your head.

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  7. I'm drawn to the night sky and the awakening day by both your words and photos. I can feel the chill air in your landscapes. I like what lives inside both your dreams and your awakening. Don't fall on that ice!

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  8. Ah, to dilly dally does such magic create. What a gorgeous view to wake up too.

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  9. I like it all the photos and story

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  10. You have such a way with words. Your story came to life through your words and photos. I enjoyed this a lot.

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  11. So sweet! For the past two days we have had the same beautiful sunrises.

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  12. A perfect description of morning, with a beautiful sunrise to go with it. Dreams are funny things.....sometimes they stay with you all day. The quote at the top reminds me of what my Mother used to say...."The squeaky wheel gets the grease". Usually to describe my sister. Lol! Hope the New Year brings you joy. xo Karen

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  13. A lyrical post in praise of mornings and imagination. Your dilly dallying seems most productive.

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  14. I think you're looking at Venus. It's been very noticeable this last while. dDwnload a good sky app and point to the heavens ans it will identify all kinds of stuff for you.

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  15. That star id the Planet Venus---Red is so right. I took a picture also and now my computer will not let me upload my photos from my camera. I will either cry or fling it out the window---not really.
    You prose is as beautiful as the images.
    MB

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  16. I like this, I've sometimes stood staring out at the dark, wondering if people up there are watching us down here. Usually I've got fluffy socks on though.

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  17. We had a flaming red sky this morning.....batten down the hatches.

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  18. I do this in the morning...gaze out the glass doors and watch the moon and stars until the sun begins its appearing over the bay. Lovely post!

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  19. Lovely images and words. "She" is enjoyable to spend time with.

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  20. A picture is a thousand words.

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  21. The words to a beautiful cold morning. Lovely photos. I do the same in the wee hours. It's become a way to begin the day.
    Thanks for sharing and wishing you a wonderful new year. Celeste xo

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  22. Spectacular pictures and extraordinary writing! Well done! xo Nellie

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  23. Good morning B. Lovely to start the day with you..
    I have actually seen the space station twice from my place. Goosebumps just remembering it..

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  24. I love that quote! So true.
    And I love the story you've written. I felt like I was right there in it :)
    The pictures are beautiful, what a sunrise!
    Have a wonderful Sunday!
    Lots of hugs to you,
    Beate

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  25. It has been so cold here. Makes my toes curl too. How you go out and do the outside chores is amazing to me. You are amazing!

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  26. B,

    Lovely post!!! Stay warm, and don't work too hard :-)
    Hugs,
    Sandy

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