A Choreography of Color

Wednesday, April 08, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

The light arrives sooner and stays later. Green replaces brown all over town.

Blue grabs enough yellow for a dance partner and goes to work on a choreography called Spring.

Soon the floor and foliage turn green to make a welcoming space for the other colors in a number called Summer.

The World is a choreography of color.

Wonder Fell. This Epic Letter Poem to a World on Fire marches on.

Words from a concerned friend. Not just any friend, someone whose been through Hell and won, sends these lines every morning.

Today wants something new.

I was going to write about the power of words: The super-position of language. How the only characters to know their way out of Hell are poets. Take Dante and Virgil for examples.

But if you enjoy reading Wonder Fell you know that already. Change your words to change your Life.

Something new, though... something new wants said.

Do we sit and let it come, writers or fling tirades at the page?

Sometimes the best thing to do for your Art is to daydream.

A tough truth to digest in a world obsessed with duty disguised as get-it-done checklists.

Artists, if I can share some medicine with you it's this: Being idle, for an Artist of any craft, is not being unproductive: It's part of the work.

It's not depression if your quiet time feeds your work: It's part of your work.

Artists, musicians, writers in this modern world... chill out! You're not in a slump, depressed, or being anti-social: You're working.

So long as sometime everyday you commit to creating something your time spent in daydreams is time invested in your work.

Daydreams are the fuel for the fire called an Artist.

Don't be ashamed, shut-down, or depressed. Call it work. Make sure you create something everyday and call your daydreams work.

Because they are; every job requires supplies.

Off to restock my own with a dream with the sunrise.

Thanks for reading, dream on purpose, create something, and make a wonderful day.