by Susan Lobb Porter | Life |
I’m in bed. Almost asleep. My body is exhausted. My brain fried. Been a long day and I’m TIRED. But I’m letting it all go. Breathing slow and deep. Melting into the mattress, sinking into the pillow. Slipping into the sweet surrender of total relaxation
And it feels soooo good.
I’m so close to almost asleep I might even be asleep.
And then…The. Stories. Come…. Ideas. Sheer brilliance, BRILLIANCE I tell you, as sentences write themselves. Twenty-four caret gold sentences dripping with gemstones of pure genius. And I think hot damn, I AM a writer. And I’m such a GREAT writer, I will remember this in the morning. Word for word.
Yes, I will…
Umm…you see where this is going, don’t you?
Uh-huh…a post so glorious, so stupendous, you would’ve dropped to your knees in awe. You would’ve (rightfully) annointed me the Queen O’ Blogland. You would’ve heaped upon me cyber praise which I would’ve graciously accepted.
Because it was that good. You’ll have to trust me.
And next time I’ll write it down.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Life |
Crossed paths with Mr. Coyote this evening. I was on my way up from the studio and, wonders never cease–I had my camera. So I took a couple of photos. You have to look closely to see him because he blends in.
This is going to be like Where’s Waldo? Hint: He’s on the right, in the grouping of three trees. About mid-level in the photo, staring at me face on. There’s a black dot that’s his nose. He’d been on a parallel path to me but stopped when I called out.
This one is a little easier to make out. Upper right, running off. If you’ve never seen a coyote before, they’re about the size of a mid-sized dog. They hunt in packs and have a distinct yip yip yip as they surround their prey. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been awakened in the dead of night by their killing chorus. The yips become a frenzy and then…silence. Total. Complete. SILENCE. And Mr. Bunny (or whomever) is no more.
We’ll hear them every night for weeks. Some nights more than once. Sometimes they sound like they’re right outside my window. Coming from a sound sleep to that racket kicks the adrenalin up. And then the dogs start barking. Because that’s what dogs do.
Really, who needs sleep?
Oh, right…I do.
After a couple of weeks the coyotes move on to fresh hunting and things quiet down. But they’ll be back. Weeks. Maybe a month, they’ll be back.
And looking at those photos I’d say it’s going to be noisy tonight.
