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When one cannot land on a topic to write about, one must find inspiration any place one can. The dialogue went something like this:
“I have not a clue what to slice about today. What are you slicing about Michael?”
“I’m slicing about rain.”
“Well there ya go.”
His slice was about a canceled birthday party and a disappointed birthday celebrator. My slice came out as such. Same word, infinitely different slices. I love that about writing.
drip, drip, drip, plop, plop, plop
The rain is driving me mad. I don’t know which way to go. There is such a combination of feelings when I hear that there is a forecast of rain or worse yet, when my ears detect those first tell-tale drops. There is happiness, annoyance, joy at the possibility, fear.
Happiness and joy. Oh splashing in puddles is one of our favorite things to do. The sound of those star bedazzled boots slapping against the ground is such a satisfying sound. Thunk, splash, thunk, splash, thunk, splash.
Annoyance and fear. Oh the flow of water frightens me and makes me dread going home. At the first drop I imagine it taking over my house. It seems so smart that flow, able to find any single crack and enter with a mission to destroy. So we keep with the thunk, splash, thunk, splash, thunk splashing…it’s more fun.
So that is how I handle the myriad of feelings I don’t know what to do with when those clouds open up. Or I enjoy the snow. Except it’s getting warmer now. It’s starting to melt…