This is a response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt, Obvious.
Long before you and I were born and long after we are gone, the sun and moon exchange day and night in a loving ritual of enduring friendship.
At dawn, when moon is fading, tired from sparkling all night, sun arrives and wraps her in a warm, pink blanket.
“Well done,” he says sweetly, as her eyes begin to close, “I’m here now.”
He waits until she sleeps soundly before rising to shine bright and wake the noisy, busy creatures below.
At dusk, moon returns refreshed and glowing with gratitude for the good rest her best friend gave her. She smiles and a thousand stars switch on, flickering in the purple sky.
Sun bursts with happiness when he sees her, sending rays of orange and gold in all directions. He’s magnificent at this hour, but worn and ready for rest. She embraces him gently in her calm cool breeze, worried that his flames extinguish quicker with each passing year.
“I’m here,” she says, hugging him a little longer than yesterday.
He kisses her softly before slowly drifting down, disappearing in the blue velvet darkness. She blows him a kiss, a shooting star streaks across the night sky.
Nearby, a young cloud asks another, “Why do they always tell each other, ‘I’m here’? Day turns to night and night to day, isn’t it obvious?”
“Yes,” says the large grey cloud, “but it’s still nice to hear.”
August 26, 2016 at 3:46 am
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August 26, 2016 at 3:56 am
‘She smiles and a thousand stars switch on, flickering in the purple sky.’
‘Nearby, a young cloud asks another, “Why do they always tell each other, ‘I’m here’? Day turns to night and night to day, isn’t it obvious?”
“Yes,” says the large grey cloud, “but it’s still nice to hear.”
I just loved the images these evoked.
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August 26, 2016 at 10:22 am
Oh thank you so much! It’s a total treat for me to know which parts speak to people.
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August 26, 2016 at 7:47 am
That was sweet and beautiful ❤
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August 29, 2016 at 11:11 am
Its funny as I read this….I recalled a summer many years ago when my grandmother told us a story not unlike this one… :)Well written and thank you for the memory.
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August 29, 2016 at 11:20 am
Wow that’s so nice to know! I believe stories connect generations in a special way. Thanks for reading and taking a moment to respond, too.
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August 29, 2016 at 11:40 am
Lovely — there are many things that are obvious but are still nice to hear 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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August 30, 2016 at 2:10 am
Agree! Hearing the words is special. Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts 🙂
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