When she looked up, she closed her eyes against the brilliance of the sun, feeling the warmth spread across her face. The brightness was still there, penetrating the darkness behind her eyelids. Bright, bold yellows radiated outwards in star-like patterns. Miniature suns in blazing reds and hot oranges danced and sparkled, the skin protecting the eyes unable to keep out the dazzling sunlight. She thought, “How wonderful to spend time with the sun once again!” as she felt the light fade and the warmth withdraw. The winter clouds had returned.
I used a prompt from A Writer’s Book of Days for today’s small stone. While standing at the kitchen window, soaking up the sunlight, I wrote (in my head) something similar although more like a poem, prior to reading the prompt I’d be using for today. After reading the prompt, I ended up with a longer version of what’s above, and chopped it down to a few sentences to make it a small stone.
The sun makes brief appearances here in the Bogs during the winter months and I’ve learned to mimic the cats, and follow the light around the house when it does come to visit.
The image I really liked was you following the light around like the cats! Some days I feel like that, too.
be the cat! i actually wrote a poem titled that last year!
awesome photo… coloured light baths are very good for the soul
Grab the small blessings while you can.
Wonderful! I love the parade of color! This small stone exercise has been good for you, Robin!
Pingback: 20 Ways to Make It Better–Way #9 | Judy Reeves
Thanks, everyone. 🙂