Popping the bubbles on a newly tarred road… occasionally losing a flip flop and hopping one-footed to retrieve it.
Climbing as high as I can up the Willow tree, where hidden from the world, I eavesdrop on passersby.
Contemplating how beauty has never fit with the equation of self.
All the glamorous dresses my father brings home that my mother never wears.
Life is full of colourful moments, each of them stories unto themselves. We capture them in photographs, or as snippets of memory, randomly recalled. Pieces of our unfinished puzzle.
This week, let’s collect those snippets, write them down, or nosy through old photographs, and select a few. Who knows what might emerge as inspiration. It is not necessary to use the prompt word in your post.
To participate, create a post and link back here, or drop a note in the comments below. Look forward to your responses.
(Note: I chose to write my snippets in the present tense, to keep the energy of the moment alive. )