Matt, I usually read your words but this time I decided to listen and it was a wonderful 2minutes. I love rain and the way you’re describing it is as soothing as how I feel when I sit by the window to listen to it crash and drop.
Matt, I listened to you read this, and it was wonderful. I closed my eyes and could envision the scene. Yesterday, as I was going about my household chores, a beam of sunlight came through the window. It revealed a hidden world—dust motes floating in the air, dog fur shed on the floor, fingerprints upon the glass. A moment later, a cloud passed in front of the sun, and what had been revealed was once again hidden.
It's probably a lesson to us both to improve our cleaning regimes...! But it almost certainly tells us how much we see, miss and ignore, question its and our (in)significance. Thanks, as always.
Beautiful. Humbling. (Humbling in that if I looked at rain on a window my description would probably be, 'Huh, it's raining.' 😂) Would love a post on your writing process some day.
Thank you, Claire. I love reading about people's writing processes... I heard it said of Orwell, just the other day, that you could 'hear him thinking on the page' and I like that a lot.
Matt, I usually read your words but this time I decided to listen and it was a wonderful 2minutes. I love rain and the way you’re describing it is as soothing as how I feel when I sit by the window to listen to it crash and drop.
Beautifully written and read. Raindrops have become something very special and I'll never look at them the same way. Thank you Matt.
When one can so brilliantly tell about what others would not even notice… thank you. ✨
Thank you for such a lovely comment, Kaitlyn. So pleased you enjoyed the post.
Matt, I listened to you read this, and it was wonderful. I closed my eyes and could envision the scene. Yesterday, as I was going about my household chores, a beam of sunlight came through the window. It revealed a hidden world—dust motes floating in the air, dog fur shed on the floor, fingerprints upon the glass. A moment later, a cloud passed in front of the sun, and what had been revealed was once again hidden.
It's probably a lesson to us both to improve our cleaning regimes...! But it almost certainly tells us how much we see, miss and ignore, question its and our (in)significance. Thanks, as always.
Beautiful words on the art of seeing, Matt.
Praise from a fellow seer. Thanks so much, Andrew.
Beautiful. Humbling. (Humbling in that if I looked at rain on a window my description would probably be, 'Huh, it's raining.' 😂) Would love a post on your writing process some day.
Thank you, Claire. I love reading about people's writing processes... I heard it said of Orwell, just the other day, that you could 'hear him thinking on the page' and I like that a lot.
Such beautiful words
Thanks so much, Christine. x
Sometimes I miss rain.
My dog loves water, but looks so sad to be setting off for a walk in the rain. I think I'd miss it a lot (rain, not the dog).
I like him
Her, though she’s not too troubled by pronouns, only by mealtime unpunctuality (and rain).
Oops