living on the edge
Nia notes Mara’s smile peeking around the postcard before removing a full jar of water from their keyboard. “Must — you — flirt — with — disaster?”
“C’mohhhhn!” Thalia protests. “Composition con-nehhh-ct — ih-caaaaa-shun! A lighthouse, a beach, ahhhhnd reeeeeeeeel H₂O!”
Calliope’s abs clench around a bubble of laughter. “All’s well… that ends well?”
Taking risks doesn’t mean shirking responsibility, but embracing possibilities.
~Vick Hope
A note from LoveLetterist:
How our brains work is an endless source of joy and wonder.
Today's post comes with a side-dish lyric from The Sound of Music:
Nothing comes from nothing
nothing ever could...
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
"Genius is the recovery of childhood at will." ~Arthur Rimbaud
I’m starting to grasp what Billy Pilgrim may have felt when he became “unstuck in time.” (Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five novel) Today’s watercolor seems to be a tableau of parts of your life. Not just current elements. Mara? The guitar? The beach or shoreline? And of course let me not overlook the lighthouse itself.
Cal’s seemingly fatalistic “All’s well that ends well!” could have been stated, “All’s well that starts well.” Nia might even agree, an a limited basis of course, with this alternate wording. 🤷🏽
After further consideration, I believe the quote by Vick Hope, that LoveLetterist included, actually set the tone for today’s foray into past, present, and future. Future? She may want to take guitar lessons. Or go shopping for a new laptop? 🤷🏽