Wanting For Words
I was wondering the other day if there is a verb that describes the act of realizing you’re stressed out and taking a breath to try to calm down.
For years I’ve wished there was an adequate adjective for the color of a full moon on the surface of the ocean.
Once upon a time I knew the noun for the space between my headboard and the wall, but I’ve forgotten it.
Often I feel at home with words, languid and wrapped in them like blankets deliciously twisted by afternoon loving. Some days I feel woefully unprepared for the task of expressing ideas adequately – like if I lived a thousand years and learned every word in the OED there would still be times I was left wanting.
I guess today is one of those days.
