On Fridays, we write along with our
other Five Minute Friday wordsmith. Here's today's little offering:
For someone who like solitude, the word
loud can be threatening. It intrudes upon the solitude; it drives
away deep thought. It interrupts concentration. It is a preventer,
a roadblock.
My mother, at times, used the word loud
to describe visual things, too. A visual—fabric, picture,
decorating scheme-- that was loud
was colorful without regard to what matched. It was garish, and it
fairly hummed with tension as well as harmony between colors. A loud
visual always evoked emotion—either the strong desire to fix it, or
the intense attraction to the life the colors created. It could not
be ignored.
Maybe I should be loud more often.
