More than a story…

The sun sets on another day…

Well, the sunset was amazing, awesome, and I did not dress properly for it. As such I am currently trying to warm up, and hopefully I will do a good job at it!

I have written quite a bit about stories, because I enjoy writing them, telling them, and enjoy the people around me always. I have known many people that are just stories, and many people that are more than any story could be. There are also places that are stories, and some places are more than any story could describe. There of course are also many things that are story worthy, and some that cannot be described or be done justice by a simple story.

To me it has always been interesting that the people who could not easily be described in a story are those that are concerned about stories being written about them. By the same token, those that are wanting their story told are many times not story worthy. This makes finding a way to describe these people who are complex a challenge. It may be something about their demeanor, they own a room, or exude pure innocence, or power, or a dozen other things, but it is hard to describe.

Places are more fun, a sunset is a challenge because color is an abstract. Tonight the sky was filled with shades of red and gold, it shimmered like a fiery fountain and set the clouds aglow with its radiance. A story can be hard.

There are a lot of places that are hard to describe as well. The sorrow of some countries I have visited is palpable, but describing it to people here in the states is nearly impossible, they have no point of reference and would not believe how bad some places are  up close. 

Then of course there are things, concepts, ideas, objects and other items that are fun to explain, and even more fun to talk about. Like the sunset for instance, sheer fun if you think about it. Make it harder and describe a lake so large the waves pound the surf, or a wind so fast it rips the very soul from your body.

It gets even more complicated when I am writing about my dreams, or imagination, because then there truly is no point of reference.

So who cares, right?

Well, as I write my Halloween PG Story I considered all the people and places and things I knew, and in the process built characters based on feelings, ideas, mannerisms and more from many people. As I did so I thought about all the wonderful people I have met over the years, and the amazing places I have visited, and all the great things I have seen and done, and it was good! So if you are one of them, thank you, and thank you for being part of my inspiration every day. I appreciate you and who you are, no matter what.

So as the sun sets on another day, this post may not make a lot of sense, but I hope you take a second and explore with me as my words try to describe interesting things sometimes, and fun places, and even more fun people. Smile with me, laugh with me, and even cry with me, but enjoy your day as only you can. Oh, and laugh a little along the way if you see a little of you in a post, but it could be someone else, or even something in my imagination.

Sleep sweet, smile, and love to the moon and back…

 

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