Chilled Musings

I don’t actually have a designated thought to write, but I needed to do so. For when I write my mind is soothed and lulled by the rhythm of typing, the flow of words and the acrobatics needed to remain within the rules of words.

Despite Stephen Fry’s encouragement to bend these rules, I feel the need to cater to them, it provides more challenge.

To repeat a word is a drunken stumble to read, a sudden halt to the flow that is a almost physical pain. To misspell a word twists and jars, forgetting there is a second step before the end of a scale of stairs.

Smooth, cultured paragraphs allow me to stroll through the text, touch-tasting the blooms of prose while I observe the crisp shaped ideas cleanly trimmed to remain clearly within the topical boundaries.

A thrilling adventure hauls me through the plot, occasionally causing me to trip over unseen intrigue, gasping from the pace and shock of betrayal or tackling me out of the darkness with a stunning conclusion.

Tongue tripping tails, sibilance and sultry curls, I taste the words as they form on the page, Synesthesia at it’s best.

To describe a cold, windy day as today I need rough, wet, icy words to properly portray the setting. Visceral words, phrases that draw on experience and pain, hard to ignore and easily felt.

Today was not a day of silken breezes dancing with the warm sunlight on velvet-soft skin. This was a bone-chilling wind that cut sharply through the nose, whipping loose coats in whistling blasts and battering bared skin into numb resignation.

A light rain is forced into piercing mist, needling the face and swooping up open sleeves while gathering puddles to swamp shoes, clammy toes and squelching socks left in penance of a careless step.

A truly miserable morning that transformed grey concrete arches into balmy havens while making friends of any who shared perseverance through this gauntlet, the radio chiding anyone outside Dunedin complaining of the cold, for they are merely felling mildly brisk compared to those walking surrounded in snow down here in the CBD.

Me? I’m out to go see snow in Dunedin for the first time, hopefully joy will keep me warm.