Tag: sunrise
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Halloween
Jack held Abigail’s hand and walked up the path, hopping from paver stone to cool grass to make room for a large group that came barreling toward them. “Hey, watch it!” Jack yelled as one of the group swung their bag, barely missing Abigail. “You watch it!” The assailant removed his mask and Jack recognized…
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Feeding Sunny
Abel watched Jack as he led Abigail through the tall grass, stopping ever so often to stomp and send a swarm of fireflies into the air. Abigail’s face glowed with delight each time the air lit up around her, her shrieks of laughter sending a flock of birds to flight from the giant willow where…
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Sunrise and Birdsong
The present moment is the hardest to stay in. Yet it is the moment that brings the most peace. The existential crisis growing, as we dig into the past, searching, and dream of something different for the future, hoping. How do we stay, but move. Reflect, grow, but stay. What is it about time travel…
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Shadow from the spiral binding
Then sings my soul, the candle burning. The unending search for that which will not quench this thirst, nor extinguish the fire. No. But, that which will make it glow brighter, burn stronger, aid in the seeking. The starshine, the sunlight. To send my heart to bursting with joy, my soul to singing.
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Lucy
Abel opened the screen door slowly, knowing its inevitable creaking hinges would wake Abigail and send her bounding down the stairs to greet the day. Not that he wouldn’t welcome the snuggles that would follow, but he was hoping to catch at least a few moments of peace and to maybe even see Lucy on…
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Reflections on a forest walk – The women in his life
He had come back home just weeks before. This was never the plan he’d laid out for his life. But, one never does plan these things, really. Abigail had quickly taken to Jack upon their arrival. And over just the few weeks they had all been together, you could almost see Jack visibly softening toward…
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Morning Chores
She had to move. Stillness would just not work today. She dropped the bucket under the pump and began the work of filling, carrying, and dumping. The rhythm of morning chores always brought things into focus, especially on days like these when time seemed to speed up and slow down without notice or cause, moments…
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The first part
Abel sat quietly on the porch, waiting for sunrise and the sound of feet, little feet, on the chilled oak floors. The mist was rising off the water, offering a surreal feeling to the moment. “Abel?” A small voice, still quiet with the remnants of sleep came from behind, “Where’s mom?” “She’s gone to town.…
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A reminder
The sun shines across the page Casting shadows as I write Pen to paper, dark to light If only to capture the beauty in words To hold the sun at the horizon, robins singing
Birdsong and Sunrise 