His sneakers squeezed the tea water from the dark, forest leaves. "What are you doing up?
"I woke up early," she said. "I guess I'm not used to going to bed before midnight."
His gaze surveyed the mountains where lightning had stitched rivers in the black sky. "Not much to do when those storms roll in and the power goes out."
Her fingertips danced across the diamonds dug from the rain.
"The clouds are puffy in the trees, and the sky is so blue," she said. "Nothing in the world could be wrong on a morning like this."
15 comments:
electricity, while a most useful commodity, it as times, highly over rated.
perceptions?
Hmmm , interesting snippet !!
Oh, how I crave for that morning. :P
PS: 'The Finger' still is still incomplete, right? :)
that is what one would think....
that nothing in the world could go wrong on a gorgeous morning. Oh, would that it were only true.
Breathtaking photo! Really so pristine and faultless. But will it stay that way?
Walking Man, spending time up in the mountains hammers that point home. The only time it really weighs is the long night in winter. We artificially pace the day.
Shadow, this post was really driven by the photo. I captured it Sunday morning, and this scene is what kept emerging for me.
Adisha, just a moment in the midst of many moments.
Aniket, the rain and storm were real. As for "The Finger," yes, I do need to put that one to bed. It was an experimental story and got a bit out of its box.
Kaye, from a Wayne County Sunday morning. Pristine indeed. I guess it's something that these moments exist, even if they can't endure.
You have captured in photo and words my wish for such a morning. Why do I feel a sense of foreboding at the last line?
What a magnificent photo!
It emphasises just how wonderful the morning after is.
Btw I finally got round to posting the promised photo of the snake on my blog. I added a link to your post, hope that's ok.
I love the photo. Sweet vignette too.
The photo is positively sublime. :) Diamonds, indeed.
I don't know why, but I saw this small vignette as a follow-up to your poem from last week. And I love the sense of calm renewal that nature can unroll, after the violence and darkness have been purged.
"...Nothing in the world could be wrong on a morning like this."
But something is terribly wrong, isn't it? I feel it in the bleeding leaves beneath his shoes...
Lovely imagery. That photo is fantastic.
Karen, I do think these mornings exist. At least for me. They live as long as they live. I suppose there is foreboding knowing that they can't endure forever.
Margaret, thanks for the praise on the photo! I was very happy with it, to be honest. :) And thanks for the snake post on your blog! That was great to see!!
Catvibe, I couldn't help but immerse in that tiny sparkling world living on a honeysuckle leaf.
Sarah, you like that photo, eh? Me too. :) Yes, there is beauty after darkness and violence. This moment of captured morning proves it.
Bebo, that's a great observation. Some of the blood does follow them. Yet, for the moment, it lies beneath their shoes.
Katcampbell, much appreciated. :) I really do enjoy macro photography.
So beautiful! Almost a poem in prose, a gem, like those drops of water on the leaf in this stunning photo that accompanies it.
I love that photograph, Jason. It's fantastic.
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