5 Minute Freewrite: Golden
Golden. I know a person with that last name. Golden. The color of gold. The color of sunsets. The color of buttercups. Stay gold, stay golden? A line from a book and movie I've never read but feel I should have. So many books, so little time. I just need to start always having a book in hand, like my dad and my father-in-law did. So many fewer books being read since their passings. Golden hour. The time of sunset when the light is just perfect. I think of photos I took of Lochlan once at Barnsdall Park that were just at that time. Golden hour is especially golden here in Los Angeles. It's lovely here. I really, really want to live within walking distance of running water. Can I have that here? A stream would be so lovely. I guess it's possible to create something if one has a yard. Lochlan just said, "Is Mommy done working?" Almost, kid, almost. Got the necessary Fringe work done (though there's still that looming report due June 1) and figured I'd take five more minutes to get something posted here. It feels a bit like work, but fun, easy work. But still a task I try to accomplish in a day, and therefore work. Go, go, golden. Goldilocks. Bears. Body telling me something abdominally. I ordered a sweatshirt I've been wanting. I went with the pullover hoodie instead of the zip-up.