Endless Inspiration 16 #2
Wordsmith’s Warmup: Homonyms. Mix up a batch of these entertaining words into a single paragraph and see what happens.
air, heir, err
He was high on the air in the mountains. He savored each breath. And every night for a week, sitting by a roaring campfire, he imagined he was the heir to a new dawn. Then he would fall asleep in a warm sleeping bag that smelled of woodsmoke and smokies, and would awake with eyes sandy from sleep to gaze at an unmarred, baby blue blanket spread a thousand miles over his head. But each bird that flies must eventually return to a less perfect world, where man may err and all creatures must die, and so too he descended from his rocky playground, where among the folly of kings and the pain of mankind, the memory of his mountains sustains him.