Ray Bradbury died today.
Something Wicked This Way Comes is my favorite book. I always have a copy of it on my desk. This book is full of wordplay, as was Mr. Bradbury, of wit and alliteration and a feel of the fantastic.
While Mr. Howard and Mr. Burrows taught me many things, it was here where I found that words could truly dance, like coming upon a dew-limned meadow of fairies, beholding enigmatic and arcane rights, veiled in their position on the periphery of conscious thought.
That never really left me, and I am courting their secrets still.
Goodnight, Mr. Bradbury. You never met me, but you spoke to me intimately. You were not what inspired me to be an author, but you helped inspire me to be a better one.