The sun sets on another day…
Sunset came and went with a fire in the sky that I could not see. I enjoyed the moment and laughed at the passing of the day to night.
I was in a writers group today working from a prompt and wanted to share. The prompt was a chair and divan, and the colors shades of blue and aqua. Here is what I wrote.
I sit across from the chair in a room of sorrow. I am unsure of my path in life or where I will go from here. The chair and divan sit across from me with the scarf that still remains. My father’s scarf. I consider where to go now, but my mind wanders as I study the spot that is all too familiar. There is a certain synergy to it all, and the faded aqua on the wall easily brings back memories of my past, and of my father. It feels as though the world is upon me as I experience the memories of this chair, and the times we all shared as stories flowed from joyous gatherings. Now empty, the ties that bound us are still there, and it was easy to see my father sitting on the chair, telling stories of the lake, the sea, and the sunsets in between. In my sorrow, I find something more; there is a path out as it is now my turn to sit here. To pass on the stories, I had heard and the new stories that I have made, and one day the chair and the scene will pass on to another, and in it all, I can find my peace as well.
So as the sun sets on another day, take your time and see past the visible and find a way to see more. Find your feelings and let them flow. You are special, remember that, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and be alive…