SOMETIMES

Sometimes you spend a whole day - or two- thinking, writing, researching, evaluating.

And the Blue Screen of Death decides you shouldn't have bothered.

Sometimes you spend a whole day writing, imagining, commenting, creating.

And the letters, words, paragraphs, thoughts, do not belong on the same page.

Sometimes, you pull a child into an embrace - and your laptop - at the very same moment.

Your impulse, as you hear the crunch, and watch the screen of your most important tool shatter and crack, is to shriek in dismay.

But that hug, and the child who has witnessed the scene, are far more important than any tool or verse.

'Tis that day, dear reader.

A day when I should have run off to the woods to witness spring and eavesdrop on the gossiping finch and cardinal - so joyfully freed from winter's isolation.

A day when I should have stepped barefoot into frigid water lapping over sunlight and stones.

Baked Easter bread.

Or played the piano.

Instead, I'll look to tomorrow.

To another spring morning - when the birds, and the words will sing.


QUING Hereby Decrees: A new post, tomorrow.... no matter what the Blue Screen of Death has to say about it!