A cold, ripe pear
Yellow Lady Banks roses climbing the arbor in my garden
No phone, no television, or radio
Just me, sitting on the patio on a perfect spring afternoon
Stealing a small moment of peace
I find myself thinking I should update my Facebook status and describe this little moment of peace. Then I am bothered by the compulsion to share everything electronically. Isn't the moment itself enough? I wonder if updating or tweeting one’s status is different than the writing of any author. Don't most people want an audience for their musings, no matter how mundane those musings?
Yet, I am bothered. I know that before the advent of social media, I would have felt compelled to share my moment with the pear and roses. Only I would have reached for a pen and paper, and, somehow, that is different.