With my life settling down again I'm reviewing the ones I have found and, naturally, finding them wanting. Should they be poetry? Should they be narrative? Can they be artwork? What if I write them down and they're just really bad?
I think now more than ever I need to notice and collect small stones, even if I don't write them down. The world is full of wonder and endless detail, and in our busy lives we zip past and leave them unnoticed much of the time. How much more enjoyment we might get from life if we, as they say, stopped to smell the roses from time to time.
I wanted to capture those little birdy footprints with my camera, but somehow the opportunity never came. By the time I realised I'd missed it, the snow, and the footprints, were melted away. I may get another opportunity though. It's only January, after all. There are at least a couple months of snow-favourable weather ahead.