Ever have title indecision? Coming up with a title may be one of my least favorite tasks, to the point that I never forced it upon freshmen composition students when I taught. Part of the difficulty may lie with the need to succinctly sum up a piece’s content in an engaging (yet not overdone) way.
Often, after a few failed attempts (October morning–blah… Morning with Munchkins–too Gilderoy Lockhardt…Green & Gold–too vague…), I do the mental equivalent of throwing darts at words and just put something up. Because sometimes it’s difficult to summarize a walk with a new friend and her little one, where we enjoyed a classic green, gold, and blue October morning, talked as we walked, and took time to watch our tiny people discover each other and the small patch of earth around them.