Little beads, like tear drops on the stream flowing from the eye and rays of the sun, like giant eyelashes reaching up from the top of it.
This is already more than I saw on waking yesterday morning.
I have a feeling about what I’ll do next, but I can’t quite see it. It’s like trying to remember a word “that’s on the tip of your tongue.”
It’s just out of reach. I can feel it, I just can’t see it yet.
I did remember that along with waking up with the image in my mind, the question “What are you wondering?” followed it.
I’m thinking it might be the title of this piece.
