WRITING IS MY PAINTING
A long time ago a good friend talked to me about writing word pictures/descriptive writing. Yes it’s true, when writing of memories it is like creating a snapshot of my mind.
WINTER ON THE PRAIRIES
The ice cold wind paints my nose rosy red, but it bothers me not. Because there is still time for one more climb up the hill, before it’s time to go. With my toboggan in tow, I climb up the hill just a bit farther then I did the time before. If you have never gone tobogganing, gravity matters. The higher the climb, the faster and longer the ride is. Does the cold bother me? No! Not that I would admit it any way. It was great fun but it is time to go home. Isn’t it funny when your young there is no such thing as cold?
So tell me why it is the older you get, the more you can feel cold? Who knows? Perhaps time matters.
Now today it is -37 outside with the wind chill! Now that is too cold for the likes of me. The old beater groans with such a cold start. The tires feel like there square, the funny thing is they looked round just awhile ago. I sit shivering and my teeth chatter, while I wait for the car to warm up. Cold weather sucks! Yup time matters when your waiting on the bus to show up. The winter is here and it is darn cold. Yes it is true the season of Thanksgiving is here again. And I ask my self, “Do I have things to be thankful for?” The answer is absolutely without a doubt.
Reuniting with family is a great start.And of course my health is much better then it was last year.
With the encouragement and support of family and friends, my dreams and goals are becoming reality. Of course there is much more then that. Sometimes it is possible to take things for granted. How about the freedom to be me, David Robin Gibson?
