March 1, 2004


Sometimes I wish that writing could have scratch and sniff phrases. If only I could explain the scent of the air today. If only I could catch that in my hand, put it on a sticker and say "this is exactly what I mean."

And though I hate to admit it, sometimes words just aren't enough.

Like today, I sat on a bridge looking down at the water. I felt the wind linger on my cheeks, promising me to come again with warm days. The sky looked bluer. The air didn't freeze in my nostrils, and my senses perked up to the tinkle of the neighbor's windchimes and the harsh bark of the huge monster down the street. I wanted something to catch it all in so I could keep it there for those winter days when nothing smells. Open up that box of spring and watch the goosebumps prick your skin--and it has nothing to do with cold.

Foolish blogger. Who wants to read about this? Oh well, maybe this will be a box I can open next January and feel the goosebumps come, which have nothing to do with cold, just the memory of a beautiful promise.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at March 1, 2004 8:34 PM

What a beautiful way to describe the indescribable! "I wanted something to catch it all in so I could keep it there for those winter days..." Yes, your blog is the container where you can collect memories like this for yourself and passersby to enjoy now and to brighten some future winter day.

Posted by: rosemary at March 2, 2004 10:41 AM

I am glad you like it, Rosemary. When I do my blogging portfolio for Dr. Jerz in many of my classes, I don't consider it an incredible bore--more like a trip down memory lane.

Posted by: Amanda at March 2, 2004 5:53 PM
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