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June 19, 2020

PROMPT: Open Prompt

We arrived on our bikes,
after passing the barren grasslands and modest homes 
of Chaumont, New York. 
Through the scattered trees,
and past the hummocks of smooth rocks and shattered glass,
sat a calm water whose ripples lay still
like the artwork of an adept artist with steady hands.
In the composure of the quiet bay
stretched a reflection of atmospheric beauty. 
The islands and bay points sat ahead 
amidst the fading gradient of the sky.
The monochromatic blues
evolved into a vast amplitude of vibrant hues and colors,
creating an aurora filled with warmth and vehemence. 
In the center of the natural phenomenon, 
sat the evanescent sun on the brim of the horizon,
slowly sinking as daylight began to ebb away. 
I glanced over to my step-brother when he said to me:
Enjoy it now because we don’t know if it will be here tomorrow. 
That is when I encountered the revelation
that uncertainty about the next day’s weather would not matter
because in that moment, 
I felt a fervent connection to my three siblings around me
as we skipped rocks into the distance and watched their trails pitter out. 
The smiles and laughs that we shared
melted all the other problems in my life away. 
For the first time in a while,
I felt like I belonged somewhere—
and I knew with certainty that this would still be here tomorrow,
for it was not something that could perish in the absence of sunlight. 
we watched until all that was left
were the very last vestiges of the day.


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  • Anne Blackwood

    Wonderful work!! Welcome to the Write the World community. If you have any questions about how to work the site or what the dynamics are like, feel free to drop a comment on one of my pieces (so I'll get a notification).

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