Imagine.
I'm looking at an upside-down paper buried on my desk, with only one corner showing, and on that corner is the word "IMAGINE" in red capitalized letters.
I've been so tired and narrowly focused these past months, that my creativity has been neglected, like the chartreuse (sp?) crayon that gets passed over for the more every-day colors like red, blue or orange. Imagine? What? When? Why? I'm just lucky if I get through all the average everyday stuff, where's room for words like imagine?
Imagine. I look at my daughter's pictures and wonder what she imagined in her mind's eye as she painted.
As she sleeps this night, I think I will take out her crayons and color a picture. And use every color in the bucket.
Imagine.
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