oh, the possibilities

Friday, November 8, 2013

How about, I sit here and describe to you the light coming in through my living room windows. The delicious sound of the heater blowing hot air around. That comfort sound. I could describe that to you. Maybe make an analogy, relate it back to my childhood, memory, nostalgia.

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Or I could describe to you the way I made my bed this morning, walking around and tucking the sheet in and fluffing the pillows.

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I could tell you how I woke up early, and drove Steele to work. Drove Steele to work! That is another detail I could share here--the fact that I have a newly acquired skill for driving a manual car. I could tell you how it feels to be driving on the highway alone, in Steele's car. (A car I have spent the better part of the past five years in, but a car that I have never been inside of alone until the past two days.)

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We could go over how it feels to be sitting in my kitchen, no lights on because the overhead lights are abhorrent and somehow turning them on dims the beautiful cloud-light coming in through all the windows around me.

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Or, I mean, I suppose we could write a list. I could give you a factual life update. (Maybe this is much needed? I don't know...)

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I could write something real, something raw. Something that touches upon the very bones of humanity and speaks about insecurities, and being a real person with fears and doubts and that lingering sensation--regret. 

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And then, of course, I could always just fill this space with photographs. Images from the past few days. Or maybe I could dig in my archives, publish a set of pictures that haven't been seen, that have been buried in my picture files. I could do that.

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There are so many things. There are so many ways.

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Oh so many ways.




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