… full of dreams and colorful skies
There was a time when I dreamed of living in a big city. I loved seeing the lights and the pictures of the city streets, with store windows full of wares and products. You don’t need to drive everywhere. You just walk out of your house or your apartment, go around the corner, and voila. Stores and restaurants and schools and everything that you could hope for. I loved looking at paintings of cities with wet streets and misty lights. I remember having read “Harold and the Purple Crayon,” by Crockett Johnson when I was a kid. Or my mom read it to me and then I read it to me. It was a magical book. With a purple crayon, a tiny boy created a world, including a city. That led me to thing that cities were astonishing places because they could be created by purple crayons.
Well, oceans could, too. But Harold nearly drowned in the ocean of his own making, so… um. Living in the ocean isn’t a plan, but living beside an ocean would work. Maybe a big city by an ocean.
I’ve lived for short amounts of time in big cities, where I discovered that I don’t like big cities. All of the things that seemed wonderful about them: the people, the bright lights, the fact that they never sleep, were the things that proved to be overwhelming and overstimulating. Too many people, too many chaotic crowds, I couldn’t wait to get away from the vast multitudes of pushing humans. Subway cars that were so full that you could scarcely draw in air without feeling you’d used up more than your share.
So I spend a lot of time walking in the woods. It gives me the peace that the busy city does not give me. I was excited about seeing birds and so many plants and animals, both large and tiny. There were insects and amphibians and reptiles. And I felt at home. Of course, there are dangers in the woods, which include ticks and poison ivy and coyotes. But the forest is a place to visit, and, so… you can expect more forest stories in the future. And maybe a few sea stories, as well. And you can also expect all styles of writing, including fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and maybe a play???