Ugh, I said I was going to try a writing craft move on Sundays and here we are on a Tuesday. Better late than never?
I was struggling to get motivated to write today and when I saw the date, the 11th, I thought maybe I could write about some parallel ideas. But then I had none. But then I remembered one of Roy Clark’s essential writing tools is about parallelism: establish a pattern, then give it a twist. And then I remembered I was going to use his tools to confront my Sunday scaries. So here we go.
“Flight attendants, prepare for landing,” the muffled voice announces.
I look up from my book and out the window. In the squoval frame, I see snow-capped mountains, like sentinels protecting the valley below. I love it here, I think, and look down to read another few words. I look up again. In the squoval frame, I see LEGO-sized skycrapers in the distance, like chess pieces trapped in a never-moving game. I love it here, I think, and read another few words. I look up again. In the squoval frame, I see the sun-speckled water, like a shimmering blanket being pulled onto the shore. I’m happy to be home, I think, and close my book.

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