6/25/17 RMB Summer Whimsy
Dear Rita Mae Brown,
Saturday evening, I retired to my room early, around seven
in the evening, thinking I would write. Instead I rested on my bed with Mythology by Edith Hamilton. As the book lay beside me, I closed my eyes and I enjoyed
the night’s cool breeze, offering relief from a hot summer day.
From my open window, I could hear mariachi music from a
neighbor’s backyard party, accompanied by their laughter. I drifted off to
sleep, lulled by the melody of my mother’s people. It was a most pleasant way
to end a Saturday evening.
I woke after ten, rested and not quite ready to go back to
sleep. I considered writing again, but childlike whimsy held sway. I searched
for, and found, a small coloring book that I had last held months, if not a
year or more, ago.
I gathered my colorful pens and continued where I had left
off, as though not a moment had passed. One by one, objects on the page
brightened, a blue boot, a green leaf, a red umbrella. I enjoyed coloring as a
child. And now I sat as an adult, doing the same, as though not a moment had passed. Life is magical that way.
Enjoying summer whimsy,
Loraine
