It was a perfect autumn weekend, full of pumpkin picking, children in costumes both scary and sweet and a chill in the air. I’ve learned that much as I think I will remember all of these details, I need to write it down so I can use it as description in some book.
It is hard to remember just how the rising sun caught the leaves of the tree from behind and set the whole thing to an awesome golden glow. I want to believe I won’t forget the shine of pride in a four year old’s eyes, as he dons a plastic fire hat and goes to sit in the firetruck parked at the Halloween festival. But past experience tells me that if I want the description to be just right, I should write it down now.
I used to think I could just take a picture–it’s worth a thousand words, right? But pictures don’t always capture the feeling. Words do that.