Ferries sway in the harbour and a soft warm breeze is blowing. It was an easy choice to go sleeveless tonight, though the umbrella's always packed in case the unpredictable local weather turns wet.
That's the backdrop. And I'm hopeful in many other ways today too. Earlier, I began the day by chatting online with a writing colleague. In his part of the world it was early evening. He asked a question that jolted me out of my everyday reverie: when are you going to do such-and-such? Now I can't tell you just what he said because that would ruin the surprise; in any case, it was something I wouldn't have thought of myself. Something I had seen others do and sighed a little enviously at. So the question gave a much-needed prod and I began to think. Yeah, why don't I plan to do that?
One friend went offline and later another came on. It was after midnight where he lives and afternoon in New Zealand. I told him of the idea that had been provoked, and instantly he leapt on it. How exactly? What are the specifics? I came up with a few, and he said do it now. Start that thing rolling. So I did. I'm very excited where it might go, but it's so new there's nothing to tell yet.
Other times it's happened in a similar manner. Wonderful ideas are born in global conversations that I then picked up with whatever time zone happened to be around. Whether by video chat or text or a plain old phone call, we join hands around the globe in a wave of inspiration that grows with each turn of the planet.
And help is never far away. When the Americans go to sleep, the Europeans are just getting up, and when I get up, the Americans are generally raring to go. So at any time at all, I can count on having a colleague at hand to help out with a brainstorm in time of need.
As I finish this up, the lunar eclipse can be seen in the northeast sky. I ping another note off to my friends around the world. Today, I've seen new things. Hope, and dreams, and the shadowed moon.
