Are you in love? I hope so. For if you happen not to be, what I’m going to say about my Piano Man might sound like bragging. But it isn’t hubris, just pure joy: I’m in love, in lust, in luck with the most amazing person in the world.
His wits curl my lips into warm grins. My toes curl at his touch. And when I’m lost; when I’m stuck; my Piano Man doesn’t insult me by trying to find me. He points me in the right direction, and sends me off to find myself.
Today, I was at head-imploding point. With a deadline coming up, and my head was blank. Fine, it wasn’t actually blank, but it was full of stories I shouldn’t be thinking about until a month from now. I started the tale three times—from the beginning, from the middle, from the end—nothing felt right.
“Go for a walk,” my Piano Man said.
“I think I’ll just suck it up, and sit in front of my laptop until I can put something together,” I told him.
“I think a walk will do you good. You can always think when you are in the woods,” he insisted.
I finally said yes. I grabbed a notepad and a pencil to capture the Muse if I saw her while in the woods. And my camera to shoot anything I found “At an Angle” for Thematic Photographic 212. I found both. First, came the uncanny angles:
This twisted oak lives right outside our building.
From this angle, doesn’t it look like it’s taking a one-handed bow?
Then I walk to the woods and ran into its resilient cousin.
Yep, it’s growing right through the rocks. Can you say inner-struggling Nature?
Look at the stalks of this daisy bush; stunning explosion of angles.
These mushroom and berries were just too deliciously autumnal not to show. Mother Nature is painting her dress. And the shades of gold, red, pink, brown… are perfect.
The twisted perfection grabbed the Muse by the hair and dragged her to my mind. Don’t panic, my Luvs, this Muse has interesting tastes; she liked the mode of travel and even asked for more. She was so happy that, in less than ten minutes, she helped me accomplish what I hadn’t been able to do in half a day. Now I have a complete outline, and I’m ready to write some dark fiction.
Can you see why I adore my Piano Man? He knows just what to do to get me to that place where I am able to remember that even if things are a little twisted and am struggling, I can always find my way and the colors of my soul in the leafy bosom of the one who has always spoken to my heart.
And, of course, the fact that he’s hot, doesn’t hurt at all ;-)