WAG - FLASHBACK POST:
The beginning starts with a Ending/Beginning
Note: This is a new feature that will spotlight things that I should have written about earlier and/or had composed for several days before putting them before the public. This is a little something that came into my head as I was waking up Monday morning.
Sunday night capped off a really weird and twisting series of events. In the midst of that time, I had an insightful friend make the observation, it was like one was stuck on a page - and being dually paralyzed by both the excitement and fear of what the next page would hold.
Monday morning I realized I was no longer stuck on the same old page. The following, in all its quasi-profound sappiness, encapsulates my feelings on the unexpected, though welcome change.
After a momentary hesitation, the page is turned
The chapter is finished; the page is turning…
There is a pause, a lagging as the hand stretches toward the curve of the corner of the page.
Having completed the final line, even as the fingers slide across the paper, the eye temporarily loses its concentration as it searches for a new set of words to focus on.
There is a brief flurry of motion (a true cliché), not only as the primary page is flipped, but also as the other waves of paper rise up and crest, like impatient passages – of what has come and what is yet to be – surge in an attempt to catch the light of day before receding and being buried beneath the new page.
The flittering dance of the eye suddenly halts.
The unprincipled scanning of the page is replaced by a directed, precise contraction of the pupil and iris on a previously unseen track of lettering.
There is a barely perceptible blink and then the formerly undistinguishable print becomes clear.
A page crammed with unread characters fills the gaze.
Though unknown, the new page has arrived bringing with it mysteries and potential rewards of treasures and trials just waiting to be discovered and realized.
The page has turned; a new chapter has started.
'Salutations_to_the_muse'
