A Time and Place

Voices are magical.

Inflection, like infection, coats your core to warp even the simplest word and make it powerful. Some people are so incredible at it; given a gift of speech, that acts as a leash, holding you close and safe.

Accents and drawls. Lifts, slurs, and the occasional mispronunciation can make your heart sigh. Happy just to listen.

Then, there are people like myself. No beautiful tenor or foreign tone. I don't speak loudly, and get lost in the crowd. And that's okay.

I have words of a different way.

Writing.

Don't call on me to be your public speaker, but I'll gladly write your acceptance speech. I'll be completely content in watching you read it aloud, from a distance. And I'll smile. Because for me, the important part is that those words I loved into existence and onto the page, got a chance to live through YOUR splendid delivery.

My writing voice is silent. But in its silence, hopefully, resides a feeling. Any feeling. Just so long as it makes you feel.