The tufted deep green corduroy padded his dark wood rocker. It had been his version of a LazyBoy.
My grandfather’s rocking chair with worn but polished armrests, warmed in the morning sunshine with colors of awakening evergreens.
I had to sit! The earthy, warm corduroy soothed my body as I gently rocked back and forth. Thighs and back of neck muscles ached, then calmed. My eyes closed for the briefest of respite.
I smiled at the “Price is Right” tinkling rather pleasantly through the quiet.
“Now,” my mind declared. “Now you should begin to write. Now is time to create.”
“Now.”
I wrote one sentence. Two. But the price of yogurt makers and speakers tempted my attention. Not yet spring, the sunshine baked upon my cheeks through the picture window. I smiled as I rocked grandpa’s chair.
No squeaks arose from such an old chair. No sounds really, except the turning of that magic game show wheel on television.
I paused until the sun again peeked from its pass behind a cloud.
I might not write here again, but today it was a great place to begin.
Just as I began again, the winds of March gusted with a slight rattle of windows.
May March be a wonderful month for you. May you be Blessed with love…
Stephanie
Stephanie Springborn 