I’m writing again, and not just dry business presentations and research articles, but novel length fiction, short stories, AND poetry. I have the luxury of time and inspiration, where before when I had the inspiration, I never had the time. There was never enough time. Today, I wrote about butterflies…
“I remember the butterflies.
There were always so many butterflies.
Big ones and itty-bitty ones.
Their wings vibrant, fluttering rainbows.
And the sky was always blue, with big puffy clouds that I could reach up and touch with my fingertips.
It was always daytime. The dark never came.
It never rained.
Soft music filled the air along with the chirping of birds and crickets, heard but never seen.
Time stood still.
I was veiled in soft light and peace.
Just me and my butterflies.
Then they were gone.
And everything went black.”
































