Where did I put you?
Do you ever go to the back of the house, and when you get there you don’t remember what you went after?
How about do you ever go to the store without a list, only to return home with everything but what you went after?
Do you ever go to the back of the house, and when you get there you don’t remember what you went after?
How about do you ever go to the store without a list, only to return home with everything but what you went after?
Do you ever find yourself looking around wondering what happened to the world around you?
The lenses through which you have looked at life become skewed by some new information you learn, the action of another, or simply a mistake that you have made yourself.
I stood at the edge of the mountain and looked down at the green of the fields below.
The fields were cut neatly into the shapes that the farmers had cultivated them in for years. The blue sky around me seemed to almost envelope me as I stood amongst the rocks and trees listening to the wind whipping the bark of a pine tree nearby creating a faint whistle.
I walked up the street around the Square in Covington, Ga. looking in the windows at the items on display in the store windows.
It was warm that September afternoon as I took a few minutes from the set to find the peace in my mind away from the sounds of the assistant directors calling over their radios “Quiet Please, Rollin’, Background” and the booming voice of whichever director was guiding an episode saying “Action,” as the actors emoted and conveyed the story the screenwriters had placed on the page.