Forgetting to Write
Time passes by much too quickly.
I think to myself I should write this.
A few years ago I came home speaking very fast about going to the Holi Color Festival in Spanish Fork. I talked about the colored powder bursting into the air and how it seemed to be a mural in three dimensions.
I talked about the celebration of spring and the sponenaity of the event. My dad smiled from ear to ear and said really, write this down. This is amazing, you will want to remember it.
I didnt write it down, but I did take photos that were evenutally lost after a dropped phone made my SD card become damaged.
I wish I did write that.
Today it has been nagging at me to write more. I think I will.
I think to myself I should write this.
A few years ago I came home speaking very fast about going to the Holi Color Festival in Spanish Fork. I talked about the colored powder bursting into the air and how it seemed to be a mural in three dimensions.
I talked about the celebration of spring and the sponenaity of the event. My dad smiled from ear to ear and said really, write this down. This is amazing, you will want to remember it.
I didnt write it down, but I did take photos that were evenutally lost after a dropped phone made my SD card become damaged.
I wish I did write that.
Today it has been nagging at me to write more. I think I will.