Much has transpired since last I reflected on my progression as a writer. And while there is much to share I found myself struggling on where to begin. Do I share my descriptions of family, kindred smiles that I barely recognize, having been apart for so many years? Yet in our introductions we embrace, love uniting us always. Maybe I can tell my perilous struggles in jogging around my city, legs churning and crying out in fatigue, and the elation I feel in finishing. Or I could share the humor in my cooking, both the things delicious and the things too aweful to chew. So many things to share, each colorful and descriptive in their story.
Life moves on, slow in the moment, yet ever quick in memory. I believe that for some authors, writing became a way to capture life in its purest form. A way to preserve scents, and sights, and sounds.
As summer quickly approaches I can feel a change in the wind. I have a my pen at the ready, for I do not want a single moment to escape me!