Here I am again, day three and trying to find a subject to write about...after looking for a few moments, I began to think and isn't that what blogging is, putting into words your thoughts, even if it might be random? In my opinion, yes.
I spy a painting on the wall...There is a foot bridge over a stream, swans in the forefront of the stream and a small pathway on both sides. How many of us have stood before a painting and wondered where does the stream flow from? Where does the pathway go? Everything is so pretty and green, sprinkled with bits of pastel colored flowers. The scenery is so peaceful, the sound of the stream almost audible.
Sometimes I think what a magical gift it would be to be able to jump into painting, I suppose like Mary Poppins did in the movie, with Burt and the children, where somewhere in the distance is a fair, with a merry-go-round, dancing penguins, etc. Not this painting though, this one is evoking the heartfelt sentiments. The two swans swimming so close that when ones neck is turned and you look at it from the perfect angle, it looks like they are forming a heart. Sappy, I know, but what can I say, I have a soft side.
The next picture I see is of the back of two little boys watching Pond hockey. Another is of jazz instruments, with a piano keyboard that could double as a track for a rollercoaster. That picture I kind of want to jump into and run up and down the keyboard. It evokes fun.
Suffice it to say, I am at a loss for words tonight. I'm grasping at straws for this particular entry, a wee on the weary side from lack of sleep, which doesn't surprise me, welcome to my life. Insomnia is my master sometimes and I it's slave. One day I will learn to turn my brain off, but it is constantly churning out ideas and thoughts and it won't stop thinking. I guess there could be worse things in life. Okay, I am rambling...
Until tomorrow...yeah, until tomorrow.
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