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This is the view out my kitchen window in mid-July.
Spring and summer bring flowers and garden ornaments. Fall is acorns and swirls of leaves; winter snow and ice.
Then, there are the day-dreaming things – unicorns, Victorian tea parties, medieval encampments, portals, fantasyscapes. Whatever story I’m head-writing can get projected onto that tiny piece of lawn.
Weave a story about what you see out a window of your place: real time or phantasmagorical.
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Credence Clearwater Revival: Out My Back Door
. . . Imagination sets in pretty soon I’m singin’ / Doo doo doo lookin’ out my back door. / There’s a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearin’ high heels. /Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn. / . . .Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Dr. Seuss: What I Saw on Mulberry Street. (1937)
That’s nothing to tell of,
That won’t do of course …
Just a broke-down wagon
That’s drawn by a horse.
That can’t be my story. That’s only a start.
I’ll say that a ZEBRA was pulling that cart!
And that is a story that no one can beat,
When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street. . . .