Prompt: "It was so clear to me it was almost invisible"

Disclaimer: ugh.

I don't know that I've ever been unable to face a blank page, but here I am, facing it at this very moment and I am drawing nothing but a blank. This phrase, today's prompt, is, ironically proving quite evocative to me. Yet, here I am failing to describe it in any terms that might cause one to visualize a thing, a scenario, an atmosphere.

What is clear to me, now, is that it is not that I have nothing to say, per se, but that I want to say so much. I don't quite know where to begin. Within the last week, since we met here, in this room, so much of life has elapsed. And yet, I feel that words on this blank page could never describe any of it in a way that would be meaningful. To you.

It could be that a certain event, an unexpected and tragic event that began here in this room and then unfolded, sadly, rather quickly, over the next days to come, has temporarily muted our world. And yet, in its sharpness of effect, its unanticipatedness, its consequences have inspired a burst of heartfelt emotion in those who were directly affected.

I'm again drawing a blank. I feel so inadequate in my ability to write about this if only because my own life has been so even-keeled these past few years and at this very moment it's becoming clear to me that I've worked very hard to make it that way. It's been a seamless process, this gradual invisibility. This isn't making much sense, but having written it down, seeing it on a page that now is no longer blank, I feel a sudden revelation has taken place without my even having realized it, until this very sentence, this word, and it is so clear to me, right now, that it is no longer invisible.