Lately I have been languishing over the letter ‘L’. It is a simple little letter who, when not capitalized, is just a line. L, l, line.
So many lovely words begin with ‘L’; like, loyal, lucky, laugh, luscious, lavish and so many more. ‘L’ is also the first letter for some less than loathsome words; lost, lame, lonely, licentious, livid, lousy, and listless are just a few.
L is not quite the middle of the alphabet, but it is only a single spot away which leaves the poor L not the center of anything very lavish unless you’re talking about helix, agley, folio, igloo, or zilch.
As I ponder this lost little letter I am reminded that without it, there would be no lions, only ions, and any luck would turn into uck.
So, I am thankful for this little fellow of a letter.
It is as lovely as a lilac on a lonely road in Louisiana.
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