Write, then.

I am inspired by Orangette. I want to write. I really do. And what this means is that I need to start writing every day. Even if it’s just a paragraph. But speaking of paragraphs, I now hate how the ones on this blog look. Thanks to Ellen Lupton, who gave a type workshop to our design group at NPR last week. She mentioned things like paragraph, white space, and ugly. She made us notice things we hadn’t noticed before, at least not in a web context. We were fascinated and then ashamed. We all vowed to be better designers, especially of paragraphs.

Now, onto the serious writing. Today was a warm one in the mid-Atlantic. For January at least. It was 60-degrees in Baltimore and I had the day off, so I took the dogs for a run on Poplar Hill Road. As we were walking through the lovely poplar groves, I wondered if the forests of Germany are like the woods of Baltimore. Because these beautiful German hounds of mine blended in, chameleon-like.

They blend into the woods of the Pacific Northwest, too. But not as seemlessly as they do here. It made me think of softness, and ethereal, and emphemeral, and gray. It made me want to write a poem.

Branches bare
Breath skims the surface
Powdered hush