Wednesday, February 8, 2012

I Hate It When That Happens

I do.  I really do.  I hate it when the words won't come.  When they play hide and seek with me in the dark. I hear their laughter.  Low chuckles of amusement quickly stifled so as not to give away their hiding places. And there they remain ... out of reach.  Inky shadows of what could be if only they would reveal themselves.

Maybe tomorrow.  Perhaps then they will tire of their silly games.  Emerge from the shadows.  Jump up and down and wave their stubby little arms yelling pick me, pick me.

Until then a picture will just have to do.


After all, it's worth a thousand words.


Judy H. said...

Talk about 'emerging'! Your words come nicely, even if only to explain their not coming.

Life in Color said...

Thank you Judy.