The word of the day is whip-poor-will.
I just love words. The sounds of words, how they can be strung together to create meaning, or invoke a certain sound or feeling within the recipient or reader. There are just certain words that have musical, magical sounds, like whip-poor-will and will-o’-the wisp, which entice with their mystery. They bury within the reader a need to know more behind their creator.
The sound which is now reaching my ears as I sit on my balcony attempting to write, however, is not. It’s not musical, it’s not magical. Not in the slightest. The only mystery it invokes is whether or not it is emanating from a child throwing a tantrum, attempting to make something not even remotely musical on a plastic recorder, or the call of the whip-poor-will itself which if, though lovely, could kindly can it until I am not writing the next bestseller, would be quite spectacular.
Anyhow, back to work.
This post brought to you by caffeine. Think responsibly.
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