RE: Let Our Picture Tell Your Story - Edition 50

Nothing is sadder for a writer than periods of absence.
There are no emotions, no stories, no ideas; and every minute goes by as in a long train of time.
An immense waterwheel that drips seconds after seconds in front of the blank paper and nothing comes.
But it happens, suddenly, that life gives us signs and these are always taken advantage of.
Like a sudden rain, a sudden wind or clouds that hide the sun in a rude way, on a summer day; and always, always, they are taken advantage of.
Today, we were visited by a very young, brown, slender pigeon, carrying between its legs a small branch of rosemary.
It slowly perched on a park bench where I am desperately trying to write.
Is this the sign that life gives?
Does it signal this, the emotion or the subject, to which I am indebted today?

Sadly, the muses do not attend, but:
Is the sign right there in front, in a young pigeon with a branch of rosemary, waiting to be discovered, understood, analyzed, and as a consequence, the story or incipient theme will emerge?
It is that, a pigeon augurs calm themes, of peace and joy; positive themes that fill life with sensations and elevated motivations, but, rosemary....

What does the Rosemary point out to us?
It hides a lot of symbolism behind it, namely: It speaks of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and, therefore, the theme could be an intense love affair, the story of a lady who lost her man in the depths of the sea, when he went fishing.
The resurgence of mythical figures such as mermaids, or Orpheus and Eurydice with that impossible love sealed at the exit of Hades by oblivion?

It is that everything agrees, everything in me makes a strong impression!

The signals that I receive in this park from the muses, who now seem to be very awake, invite me to write about loves with emotional, scattered endings.
And so, as Orpheus lost Eurydice in an unconscious carelessness, by looking back, I have lost this emptiness.
I have to write a story that speaks of focusing on today and now; on lessons about never looking back, what has been learned, what no longer needs to be relived, what has already been absolved.

- Exactly, that's what I will do!

I will write about Aphrodite and love, about the power of time, about silence and prudence.
About guilt, which could destroy beautiful relationships; or about ego, which poses the most human and diverse ways of approaching and creating stories or tales of divergent endings.

Then, I concentrate.
I isolate myself for a moment and I get ready to capture on paper the theme that is born and is foreshadowed.
In front of me, a pigeon with a small branch of rosemary is still lying and exposed to my gaze.
The muses, who returned, ignited my anxious soul of desires.
Every writer is a victim of those waves that show moments of fullness and emptiness.

Waves of life when one is awake...

Note:
I warmly invite @belkyscabrera @numa26 @oneray and @cetb2008 to participate in this fun dynamic proposed by @wrestlingdesires