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Daily Prompt: Take Two – In and Out

I am late getting to the Daily Prompt at WordPress.com because I slept late.  Now the why of sleeping late is rather embarrassing but it goes something like this:

Yesterday I ached

And knowing it must be

From the warm front

Moving in.

So as I finished

The last of my three

Library books,

I laid

All day

Reading.

By the time

I should have

Been sailing off

To the Land of Nod

I was wide,

Wide Awake.

Anyway now for the prompt: Run outside.  Take a picture of the first thing you see.  Run inside,  Take a picture of the second thing you see.  Write about the connection between these two random objects, people, or scenes.

Grabbing my camera I ran outside.  Literally ran since that was the instruction and I am basically a rule follower.

Snow going!
Snow going!

The first thing?  Yup.  I mentioned warm winds the other day and the thirsty force of nature gobbled up my snow.

My  winter
My winter

It’s a far cry from the photo I posted the other day (as above).

Next I ran again. (instructions and rules you know)

 

Windows open
Windows open

 

And this is what came up on the second look: Open windows, every where in the house beckoning in this false spring.

Birds are singing.  Residual snow in the first photo is even less this few minutes later.  The darned old Magnolia tree is again in bud as are so many other trees.  False springs are such a danger for crops due later as a freeze is certain to follow and the rhythm of nature will be off and in the long run it will mean more failed crops, less food and higher priced food in the future.

BUT on such a day (it is 12 cenlsius which in real language is 53.6 F) it is impossible not to let ones heart soar in the glorious warmth.  Yup for Canucks this is almost shorts and Tee weather!  Because after all we Canadians are a hardy lot!

Torturing Tantalizing Thoughts & Sleep Deprivation

Torturous Tantalizing Thoughts & Sleep Deprivation

It’s quarter to three no one in the place cept you and me…as sung by Frank Sinatra.  Except its not quarter to three it’s quarter to four..in the morning..being sung my me..sort of.

Now I think I have my night routine down pretty good to ensure a lovely slumber.  But more and more as my addiction to all things words, and how those words became, has taken my fancy, I sleep less.

It’s not so bad when I do a post at least once in the day, but today, well Monday which really is yesterday, I did not.  Is this a haunting?  Sure feels like it.  We all know words have power but really this is too much.  Instead of becoming a master of words it seems I am now the slave to.

Sometime between ten and midnight I go through my routine -wash my face, brush my teeth…Mom and the dentist would be so proud, and settle in for a wee read then snuggle ready to drift off to the land of Nod.  Oh and Nod would be so nice.

But tonight the words start, unbidden.  You did not blog.
Well I will blog in the morning.
But you did not blog.
But I am tired.
I successfully tuck that thought away only to discover other thoughts sneaking in.

I wonder how the idea of a particular story line evolves.
I wonder how Koontz got the idea for…
I wonder how Meyer took a dream…
I wonder how Rowling conceived a whole world riding on a train.
I wonder how King writes strictly in the morning, reads in the afternoon..

Then I wonder how Cody at his new site Awayandaway.com  is doing.
I wonder how Pat Cegan at Source and Inspiration is doing in Brazil.
In fact I start to wonder how all my other bloggers are doing.

I don’t just wonder one line thoughts.  Each wonder is turned into convoluted mindless meanderings which take time.  Land of Nod time.

So I turn on the light, snatch up the iPad, and write something to appease, to exorcise this demon for a few hours at least.

So now I wonder if all my bloggers who have so many wonderful thoughts and sites sleep well.  Do you?

But mostly in this very moment as five o’clock approaches, I wonder if this contribution will be enough to satiate the master of my thoughts to allow a visit to that most desirable Land.