Funny how ideas come to you.

I had an idea hit me in the grocery store yesterday. I was dancing in the produce isle, browsing through brightly colored vegetables in their summer finery. Aren’t they grand? The red bell pepper that looks like it would be hot to the touch? The deep greens of lettuce, asparagus, and collard greens. Oh, how I do love greens soaked in chicken broth with rutabagas thrown in for good measure with a slab of bacon or ham. Yum!

Bright yellow squash the color of my kitchen walls, and plump purple eggplants with their green stems just waiting for you to pick them up, slice them, bread them and throw some parmesan sauce over them with a bed of linguine.

I love to shop for groceries. I’m sick that way I suppose. I love the color of summer vegetables. There is a beauty in something so healthy and good for you, but it’s the color I love. Lots and lots of color.

So as I am dancing around, stopping to sniff or touch, an idea hit me.

I’m still almost afraid to give voice to it. I have written down the basics of the idea. The spark. This is a different kind of story told from present day.

I’ll tell you this much. Dreams are powerful things. They never really leave us even if we choose to ignore them or burry them so deep in our subconscious that we forget they are there. Still they remain, breathing, writhing, and waiting for us to find them again.

That is the heart of my story.

Unfortunately this little dream is going to have to wait a while. I have work to do, but like a dream it will be waiting for me. Hiding at the edge of my mind until I can come back to it like an old lost friend. Waiting and smiling. Knowing as only a dream can, that I’ll be back, for dreams never really die.