After work today I came home to write. I had a magazine story and my column to polish so I smoked the keys on my laptop.
I have a chime on my computer that sounds every 30 minutes. I set the chime to remind me of the passing of time. It's easy for me to get lost in the words, and where they sometimes lead me. I don't always know when I start, where I'll end. I'm often surprised by the twists and turns in my stories.
I ignored the chime twice, but the third time it seemed to be louder and buzzed slightly in my ears so I took that as a sign I need to stretch.
When I stood, my knees squeaked and "sitting cramp" in my lower back took a moment to stretch out. I shuffled into the bedroom to put on my shoes so that I could step outside and close the chickens in for the evening.
Once on the deck, I was struck by the color of light. Off to the south, I could hear thunder in the distance and dark clouds boiling in slow motion. But the sun to the west would not be denied. The result was a butter-colored sky.
I tried to take pictures, but no camera can capture light that subtle...that beautiful. So I snapped a mental photograph. I think a remarkable invention would a processor that could develop mental pictures.
I have a chime on my computer that sounds every 30 minutes. I set the chime to remind me of the passing of time. It's easy for me to get lost in the words, and where they sometimes lead me. I don't always know when I start, where I'll end. I'm often surprised by the twists and turns in my stories.
I ignored the chime twice, but the third time it seemed to be louder and buzzed slightly in my ears so I took that as a sign I need to stretch.
When I stood, my knees squeaked and "sitting cramp" in my lower back took a moment to stretch out. I shuffled into the bedroom to put on my shoes so that I could step outside and close the chickens in for the evening.
Once on the deck, I was struck by the color of light. Off to the south, I could hear thunder in the distance and dark clouds boiling in slow motion. But the sun to the west would not be denied. The result was a butter-colored sky.
I tried to take pictures, but no camera can capture light that subtle...that beautiful. So I snapped a mental photograph. I think a remarkable invention would a processor that could develop mental pictures.
That is a nice thought. I actually remember times when the sky would be an astoundingly beautiful color. The problem is that the picture of the color is not clear.
ReplyDeleteEven with a processor, it would be hard to duplicate Mother Nature ever changing colors and patterns. The chime on the computer is a great idea. I use a wind up timer. I'm still in the dinosaur age.
ReplyDeleteHave a great midweek day.
JB
It is good for you to get up and stretch and when you get a view like that it makes your break even better. Very inspirational I would think. Something about watching the clouds is very relaxing.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when I see an amazing effect of nature but my camera won't capture it. Maybe that's why I paint.
ReplyDeleteMother Nature beats technology every time!!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine how wondrous the sky looked. I can see some of the colours but oh how we wish we could capture what we see. I wonder if each person could take an actual picture of what we see, if we would all see the same thing?
ReplyDeleteI so get how we can become caught up in the words and the mental pictures we create
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