From Jun 27, 2011
There are rare moments when I have nothing to say. Most of the time I have something. And not because I am some great thinker or what have you. But words are my business. I am a reading teacher. I was once a professional writer. Cash or no cash, words are my business. I measure life in words. And if there are no words for a moment, then that moment is monumental or it is nothing at all. It's a matter of looking and feeling. 

Sunsets on Topsail leave me with nothing. 

Nothing.  They are landlocked moments that have me looking back at what I would like to forget or ignore or sweep under the rug: what is solid and permanent. Far better for me the transient, the moving, the evanescent. I've put up with a few too many claims on forever, a few too many promises of (I gag thinking of it) love. 

Shut up and go away and don't block my view of what I care about. Which is the sunrise and all that is possible. And there is so much to say. 

This is a good-night photo. It is a foot in the door, a let-me-be-here-because-I-want-to-share-morning-with-you moment. So good night. And about that good morning? There are no strings attached. I have been here long enough to know better. I believe in freedom. And the sunrise is beautiful.

Skywatch Friday