the other day, as i was nursing my son to sleep, i allowed my thoughts to drift, float and meander until they came upon the absurd little word... twighlight... why? why would they spell it that way? wouldn't it make more sense to spell it twilight ...and i began to wonder about the origins of the word... and i thought maybe it was supposed to be like twiglight... like the shade under the branches (twigs) of the tree... darker... a place where shadows play in the light...i then conjured my favorite picture of twilight...
one that makes me think of trees... rolling hills adorned in long golden grass with tall pine trees... dark against the burning sky...dark...yet soft and velvety, like lace... the sort of place a horse and rider could romantically, if not realistically, gallop across in a sudden bid for freedom... all of these pictures and ideas combined in my head only to emerge as irrefutable proof that yes, it was twiglight not twilight...
but...don't worry reader... i talked to josh and he corrected my REALLY bad spelling... it is twilight and not twighlight...
josh was really surprised i would write something like this about myself... if it is humorous at all to anyone then i don't mind exposing my silliness :)
This is a wonderful post. Us Westerners sure miss you!
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