Saturday, June 12, 2010
Fly (c.b.c. day 7)
Maine was having a dreary day today. Not really raining though there were a few sprinkles here and there, but overcast and grey. I know myself enough to realize that this weather is a downer for me. In addition there was little breeze; it was a still, foggy, depressing kind of day. Please call Eeyore and invite him over....perfect Eeyore weather.
When I think of "fly" I think of things with wings, things in the air, things moving and going from one place to the next. Had it been a blue sky day I may have searched for an airplane trail in the sky. I thought of birds, and that it might be really great to catch one of those white cranes dipping her toes in the salt marsh. Unfortunately she wasn't around. Each time I tried a new locale for inspiration I could hear bird songs in the background....but the birds weren't showing themselves. I thought... "look up, look up" but there was no flight, no fly, no movement there in the still air.
I considered I might have to make myself very still and let the inspiration come to me, alas, nothing arrived in my sight line. Apparently inspiration and "fly" were taking the day off. I did see some flags hanging limply from their poles...they weren't even flying today. Here is my collection of fly....'tis what it 'tis. Thanks for looking.....