Yesterday I went to my first writers’ group.
I sat among writers. Quiet. Memorized. As I listened to their words flow like music 🎶.
Words spoken beautifully. And I listened, attentively; I listened, to words that swung from their lips to my ears like arms across the voided spaces of a jungle gym.
The melodic sounds of the written word sang gracefully, like dandelions swaying in the light breeze of a hot summer day.
I sat stoic, yet memorized, taking it all in, the beauty of the written word. Oh, the beauty of the written word. Beautiful is the written word that is meant to encapsulate the unsuspecting listener.
