the beginning.

30 days...sometimes 31 days..
one month of written words scribbled and scratched
into blank sheets of paper
Ink releasing itself onto each clean page
leaving bits of itself behind

free thoughts darting this way and that
wandering into open space
wandering into the nooks and crannies and hard to see places
until
they are captured by bright eyes and small hands
gripping a pen
collecting all the words and meanings
collecting the memories and the moments of wonder
treasuring them and showcasing them on each sheet of paper

like a child grasping at all the difficult concepts of life
the big words
the small words
and the small words with big meanings
I begin my written journey.