Dear Reader,
Word Raccoon found a slipper to write with as she left a meeting today, and she put it in her book bag along with her journal. Both of the journals.
She gets it. She gets it. She will put it back on her shelf.
Afterwards, she went to a musical performance and was so excited that she couldn’t stay still! She lurved listening to the haunting notes. She contemplated dancing, but alas, it was a partners-only event. Still, she enjoyed watching. There was such joy and excitement in the room, even on the faces of those just observing.
She admired a dignified column against the wall. Very much. She wants to write accurately what she saw but, alas, she cannot quite capture it, which is always frustrating. She has a notebook full of observations that must remain there. Words, like columns, are trying to carry too much tonight. Goodnight, moon.
As Ever,
Drema