Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Lesson Learned

I studied Spanish for two years back in high school, and remember the exhilarating moment when I caught myself thinking in Spanish.

I've studied writing for longer than that now, but felt the same exhilaration this afternoon when I noticed that the snow was sticking like whipped marshmallow to the east side of everything.


  1. Yes, wow! I remember a time when I was not writing, but thinking about writing all the time, to the point that I began thinking in lines of poetry. It's an amazing experience!

  2. But I don't miss the snow. (I do, however, miss you Chicagoans.)