As in "Tromp" on the accelerator. Tromping is almost like stomping, except your foot is already on it and you press down hard. When you tromp on the gas, you're punching it hard, to go as fast as you can, as quick as you can. Sometimes, tromping on the accelerator can save your life; other times it might get you a speeding ticket. Or get you out of one...
Seep. The way a liquid travels from place to another through a porous substance. Water will usually seep into your basement through cracks in the walls or floor, or it might seep through the porous concrete and leave crystalline traces after it dries. Seeping is insidious. It happens because of pressure--something is pushing that water along, forcing it through the earth like giant sponge is squeezed, forcing all the water to squirt out.
Do you ever think about seeping water? Most of us don't I'm sure. Why would we, and yet, water seeps along, filling places like marshes and bogs, certain lakes, and it even forms small streams and brooks. The water that comes from a spring seeps from the earth.
Rest. Who wouldn't like a good rest sometimes. At night, we go to bed to rest our bodies and our minds in a complex activity known as sleep. Even though it doesn't sound complex, it is. Scientists still don't fully understand rest and sleep and continue to study it. When we are sleeping, we often dream, which is another complex, poorly understood aspect of rest. Some dreams are pleasant. Some are nightmares. Others are neither pleasant or unpleasant, they just are.
Quills. Usually I associate a quill with a porcupine. Their quills are actually hair. Long, thick, hard and sharp. Popular belief in years past was that a porcupine could flick his tail at you and fill the air with missiles that would puncture your skin and leave you hurting. The myth was untrue as porcupines cannot "throw" their quills. If they swat you or any other critter with their tail, the quills will easily puncture the skin, grab on with their barbs and indeed, a painful removal experience awaits those foolish enough to allow themselves to be swatted.
Peace is a fleeting glimpse of heaven. Throughout history, mankind has dreamed of peace, but I have come to sincerely doubt that we can ever truly be at peace. Throughout my lifetime, there has never truly been peace anywhere, and I've lived a few years on this piece of rock we call earth. Third rock from the sun. One of eight (or nine if you're old like me) and of all the worlds in this solar system, ours seems the least peaceful, at least from our point of view.
Oh is one of those words you can pair up with other words to make different meanings. Recently, one author gained some notoriety for how many times she used the phrase "Oh my" in her book. In that case, the character was often expressing disbelief in regards to the strange new relationship she had begun with a man and the new things she was experiencing.
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