Silence

It's said, by some, that being wordless is golden.
Military commanders have noted that loose lips sink
ships.
And, it was written thousands of years ago, that for
everything there is a season.
A time to reach out, or, to pull back.
To plant seeds, and patiently await growth, for harvest,
for fields to lay fallow.
How about those sweet moments when you can't help yourself,
and you give in to your dancing feet, throwing convention
to the wind, feeling a beat that only you are privy to..

A blog is a one way window most days.
Readers look in and see what you have typed out.
They read what was true for you at 5am.
Flat screen reflections just don't suit me this week..