There are times when I think it will be impossible for me to find someone on-line.
But then something happens to make it all worthwhile.
Recently I have been corresponding with a woman who also writes. She sent me this short prose which I enjoyed.
I have a window right above my head that I leave open year round. I can hear the night and feel the cool breeze tickle my hair and face as I sleep. I can feel and smell when the seasons change. I love the feeling of excitement and sense of renewal. The dust of winter is brushed away and a spring is in my step as I wake to birds chirping and the train whistle that signals a brand new day.
Normally my first reaction would be to say, “Man, it’s winter, close the window and lower the heating bill”. But that is not what I did. Instead I rearranged her words and wrote this:
Title: The Window Birds chirp, train whistles blow. My day starts with an internal glow. Feeling excited with a sense of renewal. I couldn't receive a more precious jewel. Breezes tickle me as I sleep. Letting me feel the seasons creep. Because the window, right above my head. Makes the best place to be, my bed.
This reminds me of times in the past I have sold photographs to painters. They get to paint a scene they never would have seen. The two are not the same and neither is better. But the whole experience is better.
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