I don’t like using the word ‘very’ for various reasons:
It sounds insincere
It is overused
It is not professional
<insert your own>
And yet there are times when that is the only word that I can come up with, almost like a shortcut. The problem with shortcuts is that they are context specific and subjective which can lead to a lack of understanding. So a quick way to communicate can turn out to be just the opposite.
Writing is supposed to become easier when it is done to express rather than impress. With the latter, to impress, the inner critic comes out, editing in real-time. With the former, to express, it comes out easily and unfiltered. I might have mentioned in a post many moons ago that to write unfiltered takes courage…because…
…and every day I pick up the quill, gingerly dip it into the slippery inkwell of inspiration to catch dripping thoughts before they fall away into the dark depths of the soul.
Does the pedestrian bridge over the Main River qualify as being tethered I wonder? What is it about bridges that lure me to walk to the middle, pause for a bit and gaze into the distance? We don’t have too many bridges over rivers here. Most of them are over freeways and the nearest river is 100kms to the south. There is a pull of opposites, a gravity-defying act that lures me to bridges and a need to see what’s on the other side.