Thalia drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “Our shot appointment is an hour and a half away.” The Muse of Wit looked out into the quiet parking lot. “We’re just going to sit here? What about a little retail therapy… there are shops just a few miles down the interstate.”
“But we don’t need anything,” said Urania. “Simplicity makes space for serenity and clutter leads to chaos.”
Thalia’s mouth puckered into a pout. “Just a little sundress? Or… a pair of dangly earrings?”
“Instead of random impulse buys,” said Calliope, “… let’s weave words into sentences to stir imaginations! Typist won’t be able to wear them, but she can send them out into the world where they might be of use to somebody else. Take them or leave them… a gift, from one friend to another.”
Nia nodded her agreement. “A life of meaning seems to be less about what you accumulate and more about what you give away.”
Words from Typist:
I am grateful that I am feeling good and was able to stretch with my yogi friends in the studio this morning!
Since I was already 3/4 of the way to the cancer center, there seemed to be no point in going home and coming back.
Even though Thalia was pushing for action, Cal, Nia, and I are content writing to you and waiting for our scheduled appointment time to arrive.