Running After My Hat passed one milestone this week: the hundredth post. (I’m not sure which surprises me more — that it’s (a) that many, or (b) that few.)
Yesterday I realized I’d passed another milestone, of sorts.
After uploading the wonder-of-waterfalls entry, I was getting ready for work. I’d already showered and was now drying my hair. Since I’ve been growing it long, it naturally takes longer to dry and thus affords me more time to think. And I was thinking back, this time, about some of the wording in the waterfalls thing. Specifically this brief passage: “And as I made my way along the trail, I found myself enthralled by the sound of the water. Water ran everywhere, in all those delicious-sounding verbs like trickle, babble, and plash.” Sort of wishing I’d come up with more examples, you see.
As I wrapped the cord around the hair dryer, though, what jumped out at me from those two sentences wasn’t the phrase at the end. It was two phrases in the middle: sound of the water and delicious-sounding.
Sound. Sounding. They jumped out at me just as I was putting the hearing aids in.
