storyrainthejournal | retro wonder

A little entry in honor Todd Wheeler's celebration and give-away of Retro Spec: Tales of Fantasy and Nostalgia. See his rules here.
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Remember, I remember...

six: a recurring adventure dream with a magic wand in it; I was young enough to believe if I set my mind to it, I could grab the wand before I woke up and bring it with me into the morning; I did, and woke with a pencil (off the bedside table) in my hand

seven: walking to school, the heft of the light and the color and weft of the air working all through me as I sought for words in my head to hold those particular qualia, to give them breath and shape and the power of evocation

nine: sitting in my room, soft number two pencil to paper, words taking fire, building illuminated possibilities into darkness, the bones and joints of architectures taking shape, taking breath, longings made into doors, dreams into story

now: I remember how enchanted and overwrought I was, with words, images, stories and the possibility they touched. A little overwrought with it, yes, I was

more sober now, and often much less than enchanted anymore

but fire still lines the words, and breathes into the bones of things born in story, with the hope that they live with that power of evocation, to shape and sing possibility and wonder in others