Write about something I know. But what do I know about?
…the blueness of the sky, the grass beneath my feet, the wind as it swirls around me…
“Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth…”
But I can’t fly, not yet.
What do I know about?
Sunshine on winter leaves, the grey sky turning to blue as it flames alight, the soft rattle of leaves as the wind tiptoes past them…
What do I know?
Only how to live.