VIVID

WORDS LIKE LIGHT 

Wednesday, August 4, 2021

VIVID

         I often miss out on the genuine vividness of life. Wrapped up as I so often am in daydreams, I  fail to notice the brightly-colored shows presented to me, moment after moment.  Life is always rich and glowing, a steady celebration of radiance, from small brown pretzels in a decorated dish, to my reddish hands shining in lamplight, to sunlight lighting up a small sparrow at a feeder. Everything I see today will be lucid and highly colored, even a yellow pencil lying beside a blue-and-white pen on my desk, even small sticks in the grass as I walk in the yard, even an old coffee cup sitting beside an old man. Each moment today will be memorable,  a picturesque presentation by our artistic universe. I just hope I am ready for the show.