Seed of Inspiration

In a blaze of frozen winterlight... she came.  Reaching down with the gentlest of gestures, she planted the seed of inspiration without a sound, and then quietly flew away.

In that most glorious of spaces between asleep and awake... I picked it up and smiled the sweetest smile.  I know just what to do with it, I said.. and stretched with a sleepy yawn.

So began a new day.

A discerning eye needs only a hint, and understatement leaves the imagination free to build its own elaborations.  - Russell Page