2:00 am
I just finished editing one of my writings, the bad music just finished from the party across the lagoon, and now stillness prevails. Cool air rushes in to fill the void. Hard lines turn into soft supple shapes. My mind is ready to shutdown, yet my body is still buzzing from the intensity of writing.
I had this visual imagery of a symphony of colors that allowed me to observe the text's movement, rhythm, and tempo:
The Overture: amber and saffron hues
The Crescendo: deep violets and plums
The Fortissimo: scarlet reds and burgundy
The Decrescendo: silver and midnight blue
My head is in the clouds, and it's time to count sheep...and sleep...for like a really long time...
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