First Friday Freewrite #58: “Into thin air…”

Welcome to the First Friday Freewrite! 

Here’s how it works: I post a “JUMP LINE,” a short phrase that will serve as a writing prompt, each first Friday of the month.

YOU put pen to paper and write. (I’ll do it, too, of course.)  Don’t think.  Don’t cross out.  (That is wise advice borrowed from Natalie Goldberg in Wild First-Friday-FreewriteMind.)  Just start with the prompt and see where it takes you.

Then POST YOUR RESPONSE as a comment.  (Just click the comment bubble  to the right of the post title to leave a reply.)

Today’s jump line:  “Into thin air…”

Happy Writing!

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5 thoughts on “First Friday Freewrite #58: “Into thin air…”

  1. …is where we all go, I suppose: like smoke, like the best ideas, the harshest words, like joy, satisfaction, all of it impermanent, fleeting, spooling by fast like clouds on a high wind, their shadows staining the desert, casting their ephemeral imprints on suburban rooftops and oak-studded foothills alike. Maybe it’s where we all go, after we’re through with breathing, though I know only enough about things to know not to speculate about that. Perhaps, then, it isn’t thin at all, this air, but rather thick with everything we’ve let go of, held onto, feared, revered, avoided, sought. This thin air, this ether, this source we draw from, this destination.

  2. Into thin air carries a sense of the mysterious, even the magical. To say something has vanished into thin air, we mean it has disappeared without a trace, and usually without explanation. It is a perplexing, often troubling state of affairs.

    But, when I started thinking more about it, it became less clear. Suppose I’m driving down a wooded, country road and I see someone hitchhiking on the other side of the road. As I drive past him, there is something that seems odd about him, but I can’t place what it is. I glance back in the rearview mirror, but as I round a bend in the road, he is no longer visible. A couple of miles go by and I’m haunted by the person and his apparent oddity. Was he really odd, or did I just not see him clearly.

    Finally, I decide to turn around and go back to see for myself, but when I reach the place where I thought he had been, he was not there. Did he get a ride? I don’t remember passing another car, but I really wasn’t paying attention. Did he wander off into the woods? Was he abducted by aliens? Who knows?

    Maybe the whole thing made perfect sense, except that I didn’t see the whole picture. Maybe there was no mystery at all. But then again, are there any mysteries if we see the whole picture? This whole thin air business becomes a whole lot deeper and multi-layered than I had imagined.

  3. Into thin air
    it vanished
    holding on
    falling through
    paper thin
    floors or were it
    ceilings
    into thin air
    it vanished
    as if never there

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