The pictures today are Nashville at night. Just a bit away from the convention center where we had been for the event we attended, we drove through the city at night. The pictures as a launching point, taking us to the lights of cities and the sounds of night falling. One of the rules I had, when I was traveling, never arrived in a new place at night. Why would that be a rule I followed? Because a few times early in my traveling career when I landed at night, I was lost in the morning. I had no frame of reference to understand where I was. When I had daylight, I could see where I was, understand the relative location of the many sights and things I would see.
That concept is very similar to what is our world here on Virily. I know at times that Virily for me feels like fresh snow. When snow falls, there is a moment, a time, when you first see it, that there are no tracks. The answer isn’t’ always that the footprints will lead you on a journey. Simply a covering, a layer of snow that lays upon the ground. There comes a time, when, as the first footprints appear, you can follow those footprints. Sometimes that is the way of the internet is it not. That we, as authors, can for a time walk in the footsteps of others. Or, perhaps we walk near the footsteps of others, knowing that they are blazing a trail. Knowing they were going somewhere and that if we followed, we might arrive.
It is, however, a choice and a path. We fling out ideas into the world. Sometimes they are tiny paper airplanes thrown into a hurricane wind. Or mighty spacecraft launched into the atmosphere to rise ever higher and further. But in each case we are both those that follow the trail of others, but then as well blaze a new trail. At the moment we see the footsteps in front of us, beside us in the snow.
Then we know we are not alone.
In our lonely writer’s garret, we are watching for the rising sun. The only footsteps in our homes, ours in a world of quiet. As we authors reach out to the universe to share our dreams.