Maybe some of the notes were things I was supposed to do, people I should have called, email addresses with no name (who's was that?), and names of really great songs I hear on the XM radio (I jot those down to delve into on i-Tunes). I found scribbled fragmented word groups like 'sparking eye', 'you missed it', 'focus on the clouds', or 'gigantic dot'. Perhaps these are poems in the making, or titles for paintings, who knows. What an interesting pile I have assembled here.
Then at the very bottom of the pile, I found it! A 4" x 6" watercolor...FIREFLIES! I remembered sitting on my front porch in late July watching the millions of fireflies dancing through the woods and darting over the creek. I was going to add this to my journal, but it never made it. Perhaps it was at the bottom of this paper assemblage to take me back to those warm moments of summer, sitting on the porch and watching fireflies.
