Words

Words flit, fly, float, crash and burn. They go from the top of my head sliding through my veins to my toes. Then they swim back trying to find my fingers to either tap themselves free on my laptop or flow out of my pen or to find voice and be heard.
I love the written word. Books on murder and mayhem, biographies, history, romances even the occasional ode or limerick. But most of all I love how words can transport you somewhere or describe some one or some thing you have never seen. How they make you think about the world and life around you or how they just take you to a world of someone else's imagination.
It is a much harder craft than you would think to sit down and put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and describe what you want people to see. 
How do you describe fog rising from a beaver pond or the ripple of the water as a goose paddles by?
Sometimes its just a sentence, a few words strung together that are repeated over and over in my head until another sentence joins it and then another. Before you know it I have to get it down, release those words from me. There are times I read what I have written and I am glad for the delete key. Other times I am rather proud and I hit the 'publish post' key. 
For the most part I want to share this little piece of Vermont. Granted I don't want hundreds of hikers walking up and down my road but that actually happening seem slim to none. 
I just have always wanted to be able to write something. And technology has given me a chance I would have not had otherwise. Laptops, blogs, in my bed or sitting on the couch, I (in a sense) have it all. 
'The dirt road crunching softly beneath my black soled hiking boot' that is the sentence stuck in my head right now. Guess I better head outside for a walk down that dirt road and see if I can find another sentence or two to go along with it. But first I'll just tap 'publish post'.