In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma.”
My sister, as part of her blogging, often responds to the Daily Post’s writing prompt. I read her most recent post this morning and am taken back to that time, although not to the same place Deb was, as I didn’t study French and so wasn’t on the trip. I do remember our own trip though – Dad driving like a maniac to Sydney to pick Deb up after it happened. I didn’t know that Deb bought her wedding dress that day though, so you really do learn things through reading others’ blogs.
I don’t have any bravery awards to write about, but I do do something that you possibly don’t know about.
I walk to work (and catch two trains in between the walking).
No, let me finish, that isn’t it.
I walk to work and I know it’s almost time for me to start blogging again when I start narrating my walk.
Not out loud you understand, but inside, in the private space of my mind.
It started again one day last week when I came across a tree full of buds … and one leaf that lingered on the branch. Clinging on for dear life, not wanting to give in the inevitability of winter.
It was at that point my narration started. I started composing (not a story – just a narration) of the leaf. I played alliteratively with language, and then my attention was caught by other things: two crows on the lid of a wheelie bin, their beaks tearing into the plastic bag poking out from the top, the old lady bent almost double struggling with her gate “here, let me get that for you”, the L-plater on his motorbike wobbling to a stop, the young bloke in the furniture van being told off for going into the wrong gate, the baby’s feet sticking out from under the blanket that’s covering the rest of her in the pram, the number of coffee drinkers waiting edgily outside Egyptian Al’s coffee place.
As my eyes take in the world around me, my mind narrates snatches of story, descriptions, dialogue, explanations, silences, musings …
I walk to work and narrate my world.
And then some days later I consider writing a blog post.
I most often don’t make it that far though.
This post is written in response to the Daily Prompt from May 28.