It’s a long stretch of October, but I see light at the end of the tunnel. On the horizon, I see thunder clouds and a double jolt of lightning.
But every dark and stormy night is punctuated by the promise of sunny days to come, as well. The earth turns, and none of us will ride around it’s axis enough times to notice if the ride gets longer or shorter. We can only enjoy it until we’re kicked out of the amusement park, altogether.
Someone has left the hatchet buried in the prickly Saguaro cactus. A slice of limb lays on the ground, chopped off and left in the sandy soil, rotting in the evening heat. It will not go to waste; already, the desert creatures peep out, shyly, wondering which of them will make a meal of cactus, and which will try to devour the others.
It’s strange to see life spring up from these little muddy patches, but this is the only watering hole for miles, here in the parched desert.
If you don’t strive to stay present in this surreal moment, you could literally miss the present.
Are you asking yourself, yet? Can you hear your own voice, screaming, silently, as Halloween approaches:
“What’s in the box?!?”
Am I done? No! But it’s been a busy week. I wanted to make sure that I did finish all the Inktober2018 Official Prompts (bolded words, above). But the other goal is to draw daily, so no, of course I’m not “done.”
Plus, it’s harder to illustrate my sketches with words, when they contain only a single word. And that’s fun, too.