Shawn Colvin sings to me, her voice velvety sweet, a steady drip out of the earbuds into my head. I have Clark to thank initially for sending me this link. Then Kerry “commented” at my TToT. Her link was sufficient to send me on a discovery journey of an artist I was well aware of at the beginning of her career. While I had a friend who was a huge fan of Ms. Colvin back in the day, I simply did not listen to her music on purpose. Until now.
Life. It is about the journey, is it not? Past, present, blended like a vanilla and chocolate soft serve. (don’t believe the guy at the counter…jimmies are not mandatory).
So, it’s all of a Wednesday evening and I sit once again trying my hand at writing a Six Sentence Story. While the link is live now, tomorrow (unless it is already Thursday where you live) begins the official start of our hostess Zoe’s bloghop. What say we tap out some words for Ms. Zoe. 6 sentences. That’s it. How simple. (no, no I did not say easy lol) But it is fun, so why don’t you try one your own self! This week’s cue word: MATE.
Carried by the years, buoyed by the knowing, the sharing, they stood all salty, crusted like aged barnacles, time puddling around them.
Elements, experience, travel, trials and tribulations, the stuff of which life is made reflected in their gaze, markers of the passage towards the inevitable, if one were so arrogant as to assume it was somewhere distant on the horizon.
“Momma, momma I’m comin’ home…hush now don’t you cry, wipe away the teardrop from your eye” are the echoes of sound waves smashing like atoms, bending time.
Matter conforming to the curve of space time or vice versa? Special indeed, who were you really, Albert?
You made the concept of time travel real and for that, I’m going to need a little more mate….