I love the way the light dances on the water. From where I sat, I could see that clearly. The voices from the boats sank into the depths, leaving only the music of the breeze weaving through the trees on the other bank.
I heard words whispered to me, of stories only the breeze could know. Only, those words were missing on paper. The author in me had gone missing too, and I had been hoping to reconnect with him. As I heard those words, I knew he wasn’t far.
“You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.”
Annie Proulx’s words made me smile, and as I continued to read the book, the world it held between its pages took shape again… the water, the boats, the music and the dancing light. And my missing words shimmering somewhere nearby.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
19th January, 2018)