Sky-blue pink over breezeless morning.
Still. Again. Yet. All roads lead.
Precipice. Trail. Valley. Overture:
Streamsong. Rockbabble. Space. Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe. Climb. Again. Horizon.
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Writers’ Pantry #73
~ Encouraging Ourselves ~
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I love being able to witness mornings like that. I’m the only early bird I know, so it feels like special magic just for me when I get to see it.
Oh, beautiful! And the technique works brilliantly, keeping both protagonist and reader in the present moment … each present moment.
Sparkling write Ron – very alive – especially liked “Rockbabble”
I’m claiming “Rockbabble” as my favorite word of the day. And I’m breathing, breathing…
Breathe. Absorb nature. Breathe
I want to use “rockbabble” in a poem.
and now Rock Lobster is ringing my ears ~
I love the streamsong and rockbabble part!
I love every line. I so need you encouraging piece this morning. Thank you