Today I spent the whole day dragged down and wrapped up in words likegovernance guidelines script apology inconvenience infection deadline remorse exit notify meh necessary error message
My day was shaping up into a depressive haiku.
About 5:15, I gave up (or as I call it “threw my f*ck it flag) and left the office. Walking back to my car, I passed a patch of tea olives and the scent tapped me on the shoulder. “Pardon me? Miss? The world is lovely and it’s right here.”
A new word popped into my head: waft.
I smiled…just a little. The tense muscles around my face rearranged themselves gladly. More words: smirk, moue, whimsy.
The sun pattering down through the oak canopy warmed my cheeks and I thought of another word: dappled.
A sleek squirrel scampered across the pebbled path. We locked eyes–gazed–for a fleeting moment, then he was off.
I stopped there on the path and filled my mind with better words…aroma dawdle meander respite breeze soar lilt lark arc swoop horizon rooted heady
Then I continued on my way. Rejuvenated. Replenished. Refreshed. Hopeful. Satisfied.
What’s the most beautiful word you know? The most peaceful? The word that makes you stand still? The one that gets you going?