The trip was going to be a great one complete with people with common interests who desire to challenge themselves. No one knew they would be carrying the bikes rather than riding them. This was one of the best tests the group could have imagined and felt proud knowing that they would conquer the obstacle and endure.
Before the moon drops to reveal a new day, the raven sits and waits to see if death will be coming to call. This lonely raven caws softly, hoping to fly soon, as the sky starts to brighten. Tonight is a good night, the raven continues to sit, death is nowhere near; a quiet night is a fine-spun night of peace.
We stared at the bin of toys, completely mesmerized with the variety of toys and the memories many of them invoked. It was a shame that so many toys would be thrown in the trash when there are probably thousands of children who would love them like they were brand new. It would take more than just my dream or desire to share these things to make sure the toys got to the right kids, where they could be enjoyed, even though they weren’t brand new.
He listened intently as the bow ran across the strings of the antique violin, purchased from a yard sale while stopping at a port. He couldn’t hear a sound from the bow, but in his head he could hear the music clearly, note for note, without a single screech from the instrument. Perhaps it was all in his head, maybe it was stuck in the violin, but he didn’t care because he heard the music loud and clear.
If I were to swim to the edge of the foam I am not sure if I would stay afloat or sink. No one ever told me what to do when the water was clear and it looked like you could fall forever. Perhaps I will stay in this foam, where I know I am safe, amongst my peers, floating above some foreign land.
It didn’t take long to get everyone together for the stickball game, since everyone was home from school. We all tried to keep our social distancing appropriate, and Andy didn’t have to worry with Baxter at bat, the ball would be flying a lot farther than six feet. Baxter trained his eye on the ball as Andy wound up the pitch…
Despite the glow of the neon lights on his face, Jamie could clearly see Jenna through the window of the pub. Sitting with another man, she was laughing, her smile wide, her eyes bright, and her hair gently tossed to the side as he reaches across the table to brush hair out of her face. Jamie couldn’t believe it was over, yet seeing it didn’t make it any clearer or hurt less, it made his heart ache with the memory of all the times they shared in this same pub.
When I finally land I know I will regret not stopping at more places. This is a once in a lifetime trip and I haven’t even gotten samples from all the places I have been too. I just hope my journaling is sufficient in helping me remember how this wonderful trip in space has been!
When I climb the stairs, to the attic room I use for my writing center, I smell the musty air settling down on my skin as I climb the folding ladder. I left my work abruptly, yesterday, and now hope my ideas will flow freely back into my head. This quiet attic holds more stories than I am even aware of, which I hope to learn by sitting at my desk, with the light of my lamp shining upon my typewriter.