Airborne
Henrietta rounds the bend — fast-twitch muscles firing on all cylinders. I count three bowling balls with wings aiming for clearance over the tree tops and marvel at their ability to take flight.
“Thanks,” the wild turkeys squawk, “for nothing!”
I guess you do what you gotta do when being chased by a predator?
Last week I picked up a sleeve of cheap acrylic paints.
Here’s what the muses had to say after painting the image above:
“This stuff sucks!” Thalia tries to get the glop off of a bush. “It’s like painting with plastic.”
Urania queries the World Wide Web — What is acrylic paint made of? — “That’s because you are!"
I’m no watercolor master, but I have found a certain level of comfort with the medium which is likely why I feel called to push myself to explore beyond…
Like wild turkeys, we too, can do hard things.