Gray Skies

As I look out the window, the gray skies are lightening. The rain seems to have stopped, but the wind is still whistling, shaking the willow branches with their tiny budding leaves.

The gray skies are reminiscent of winter’s chilling cold. In contrast, the greening trees and grass give new hope of warmth to the day. One of these days the air will be warm and the sun will be shining, but for now the sky is gray and warmth is a hope.

via Daily Prompt: Gray

Not a doubt in my mind

All morning as I get ready, my head is clear. I’m more worried about making sure the flowers have enough water than the lifelong commitment I am making.

My friends ask me if I am nervous. Not at all. I feel like what I am about to do is one of the best decisions of my life.

My father and I walk down the aisle. I have tears in my eyes. Tears of joy and a grin on my face.

I can’t stop smiling as I reach the front of the church. My face hurts from smiling and there is not a single doubt in my mind that I am completely ready to say, ‘I do.’

This is one of the happiest days of my life.

This is in response to The Daily Post: Doubt. Posted a day late, but written to correspond with the Daily Writing Prompt: Write Here, Write Now.

Solitude and Silence – Weekly Photo Challenge

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This car has sat in the same spot outside for years and years. I was out for a walk when I came across it, and it reminds me of solitude because it had been sitting so long on its own. It was alone in the field, but didn’t make me feel lonely to see it. I like to think that the car was reminiscing about days gone by, listening to the sound of the dry grass blowing in the wind.

This post is a very late response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitude.

Recognize – Someone Special

“Ellie, do you know Jonathan?” my aunt asked, interrupting the conversation around us. I looked across the room to see who she was talking about, and saw a tall young man wearing a puffy vest and grey hoodie. I didn’t know him, but we were soon introduced.

His black toque came down to his eyebrows, and his beard covered his cheeks. This only emphasized his twinkling blue eyes, which smiled at me as he shook my hand. We barely said ‘Hello’ before I had to move on, but something about him stayed with me.

Later that night, I ran into him with some friends at the pub and we got to talking. We knew some of the same people, and the conversation flowed easily. By the end of the night, I knew I definitely wanted to see him again.

I was leaving the next day, but I knew there was something special about him, and that I needed to talk to him while I was away.

Years later, we’re happily married with a family, and I like to look back and think about our introduction that day. It was as if, with a single smile across the room, my soul recognized that there was something special about him.

 

This post is in response to The Daily Post: Recognize.

Daily Transformation – Yellow

My favourite parts of the day are the early morning and just as the sun goes down. The sun transforms regular landscapes from ordinary to extraordinary. Grey cityscapes become beautiful as they are covered in golden yellow light. Rural fields take on new life, and the trees surrounding them seem to grow bigger, and more vibrant. Twice a day, for a few moments, the world is transformed.

This post is in response to The Daily Post – Yellow.

A Long Drive Home

It was the end of April, and I was preparing to celebrate the end of my third year of university. My friends and I had just finished dinner when the call arrived. “They’ve taken Grandma to the hospital, and they’ve called the family in to say goodbye. You’d better come home.”

I was three hours away. In just a few words, I went from celebrating to devastation. If everyone had already been called in, I might not make it in time. Instead of celebrating with my friends, I faced a three hour drive on my own, trying to keep my emotions in check.

I packed up as fast as I could, loaded the truck, and hit the road. Blinking back tears, I tried not to speed as I headed down the highway. The thought that repeated itself constantly was, “I hope I make it in time.” It was the longest drive of my life.

Three teary hours later, I made it. I was in time. The drive was long, but I was home. And Grandma would soon wake up and we would all be amazed at her recovery.

This post is in response to The Daily Post: Devastation.

Exposure – Beautiful Sandy Beach

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Beautiful sandy beach, with no one else in sight. There is a haze over the water, but the sky is clear and a light breeze is blowing. The sun beams down, and the air is heating up from 28 degrees.

We have the whole day ahead of us. No worries, cares, or anywhere we need to be. We spread our beach towels on the ground and get out our magazines and books. Settling in, we relax and enjoy ourselves.

We surf the waves, enjoying the contrast between hot sun and cool water. We climb the rocks, pretending to be mermaids washed ashore. We talk, we rest, we eat our snacks.

And then we get hot. The sun burns our feet as we cross the beach to cool off in the water. The water cools, but our sunburned backs sting, and as we dry off the sand sticks to our burnt skin. Our throats are parched, and we are hungry.

We are on a beautiful sandy beach, with no one else in sight. And we want to go home.

In response to: Daily Prompt – Exposure.

Unseen – Kitchen Artistry

Unless I go to a sushi restaurant, the work and preparation that goes into making my meal is unseen.

But I want to see it. I want to see the fine work done to make my meal; the slicing and dicing, sautéing, braising and plating. I want to see how the chef turns onions into French onion soup, topped with slices of house-made baguette and buffalo mozzarella.

It’s not that I don’t know how to make my meal, it’s that I want to see the artistry behind the restaurant kitchen doors. I want to see the chefs at work, creating the delicious dishes which I enjoy eating as much as I enjoy thinking about the work that goes into preparing them.

And so, when I get the chance to see the sushi chef prepare my meal, I’m fascinated. I love watching their fingers fly as they shape each roll and piece of maki sushi. And each piece tastes that much better, because I have seen the work that goes into making it.

This post is in response to The Daily Prompt: Unseen.

Names – An Unknown Journey

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G.W. Fearnside was once the owner of this little chest. Where did they go? And what did they do while they were there? The scratches and dents on the metal show that the box was well used, and a sticker on the side lets us know that at some point the box was either shipped or went traveling with G.W. What did this person do with their life? Other than a name on the front of the box, we know nothing about them. It’s just an antique black box, but when I look at it I can’t help but imagine the past, the previous owner, and what their life was like.

This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge is Names.