With fantasy The leaves turn green. The water's blue. With fantasy, Though doubters dreaming differently Won’t see the tower that I do, I clean my windows. See what’s true With fantasy.
Many people, up and down, Have worn the stone treads thin. The weeds have taken root in cracks. And I? I fit right in.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. The photo above was provided by her for this prompt.
Avoid the darkness and the mess You’ll make when rushing out tonight. Tomorrow, true, you might confess. If not, sleep in. Out goes the light.
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Rocky islets, setting sun, Someone’s near the shore - A twilit beach would be in reach If I picked that door.
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A vista shows us more than we Can gather in our hands. It’s there and there majestically. We gasp and understand.
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How purely does the heather bloom With humble, purple praise. Delight in sunshine on the hill. Distant clouds do as they will. Dreams refresh our days.
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Rippling water Rippling beach Calm and sunlight Within reach
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt “Silver”.
Fernando and Pedro walked the boardwalk with a colonnade of condos on their left and the ocean on their right. They stopped at a mural. The artist painted a somber woman with an orange and gold halo walking past an archway.
Fernando remarked, “There comes a time in one’s life when one reaches the age of reason. One only wants the best. And then one wants to give it all away.”
Pedro asked, “And what if we never reach that age?”
In the warm winter winds they admired the mural of that woman.
“Ah! But what if we do?”
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Ellen stood on the bridge while Nathaniel photographed her from the shore.
“Don’t spoil my memories!”
He did not know how he could spoil her memories, but Nathaniel took multiple shots and made sure the photos looked good. He saw her smile. That let him know she was glad he was taking those pictures. For her part Ellen saw no future that did not include Nathaniel.
Today her face is wrinkled. While she was still able to walk her family decided to take her to her childhood home which seemingly random turbulences over the decades tossed her far away from. She asked to see that old stone bridge. They found the bridge. It was still there in spite of the changes, some challenging, some like windfalls of blessing, that would make almost everything else unrecognizable to her.
As they walked over the bridge, Ellen stopped to the best of her remembrance where she stood when Nathaniel took those photographs. She wondered what happened to him. Why did she lose him that summer?
Ellen thought of her family, husband, middle-aged children and grandchildren starting to have infants to care for. Some of them were with her on the bridge worrying she might fall and guarding her from the edge. She may have another year to share with them. As she breathed the air and watched the water move below she felt an overwhelming gratitude for all of it. The parts of her life she got right soothed those she wished she did differently. She looked toward the shore where Nathaniel stood long ago and smiled at him once again.