Vivian+C.

Where I'm From I am from an old, white house with a big front porch and one in the back too! I am from Clorox and carbon-tet and far too many cigarettes. I am from the sugar maple trees, playing with two sisters and a brother, doing whatever we pleased. I am from lots of cats and dogs and fleas! I am from Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding, Channel 13 and an English queen. Do you know what I mean? I am also from a tragedy, a beloved father I long to see. I'm from poetry and novels, "The play's the thing". Words and stories are what make my heart sing. Do you know me now from this writing?

3 Words From a Free Write=A Small Moment (What You See When You Look Over The Side Of The Boat)

A Shifting, Shimmery Effect It happens suddenly, quietly, without any warning. You find yourself in a beautiful moment with the warm rays of the sun all around and as those rays hit the water, it makes a reflection that moves and drifts and it blinds you and then it moves and you can see again. You feel that you are in a magical,different place rather than your ordinary, familiar place. You look down but you see the sky but just for a moment because it changes again--a kaleidoscope of bits of sky and clouds and then the mixing of the colors--dark greens, dark blues, at times, slate gray. There are also some foaming bubbles that huddle together as they slip past you. All of it is shifting, moving, changing, transforming into something new and different but familiar too. You also hear a rushing, shushing sound as the smooth,white fiberglass hull slides easily through the water. It's a repetitive, constant, comforting sound...along with the odd slap of a rogue wave every once in a while. It's a lullaby for a sailor.