Monday, July 6, 2009

One Thousand Letters. One Million Words.

The old cemetery.

I have much to tell you, but not enough time. I may write it all down in a book with lined pages. You could read it in the moments we wedge between all the other moments. Small doses. It will be nothing but gibberish; a thousand-piece puzzle spread on your dining-room table. Find the edges first. They're easier. We'll fill in the middle later.

6 comments:

Char said...

hello, how have you been.

edges do make the puzzle go faster.

lindsey said...

a book with lined pages - make sure you write the other way! to moments. cannot wait. love the photo.

xo

Shelley Noble said...

Great analogy!

Brandi said...

it's a lovely photo. the upsidedown heart on top of the fence seems somehow fitting for a cemetery

Des said...

I'm enjoying the posts on your blog. I look forward to reading more.

Emily said...

This made me laugh ~ I just got home after years away and am catching up with some people where we can't begin to even contemplate a full catch up in one sitting. The edges indeed :)