We wonder, what to write about?
Whatever is at hand.
John Updike's story, "The Full Glass," in the current New Yorker is a meditation inspired by a full glass of water.
There is a luminousness to numinous reality.
They say, count the stars.
This evening, I couldn't even begin to count the countless dandelions, their white orbs of seeds bobbing like the poppies on World War I Flanders fields, their yellowness shriveled or sleeping.