Running to catch the last of the fire-fall in wind-cracked hands, you know you're chasing something you can never hold, but you chase it anyway. The sun draws you out on these short days, but your giant shadow drags its feet, weighs you down to the frozen mass of dormant earth. You hang on tight to wire-mesh fences littered with last week's news and the splayed remnants of tide-washed take-aways and let the sunset rage bronze your face. It soothes the edges of your cracked voice. Eyes closed, you trace the fading track of a caged sun.
10 comments:
You have such a way with words, Annie. I'm picturing myself there.
Hi Robyn. Thanks so much. Been a few days since we saw the sun, but the memory of this shot has been keeping me going!
A beautiful sadness to your words and this amazing photo...!!
Hi Mary Ann. Thanks. Pleased you liked the photo. Snapped close to home.
words and photo blended, mixed, condensed into one thought - the photo is just amazing xoox
Hi Jeane. Thanks. Been waiting a while for those words to come to meet this photo. Think it was the last proper sunset we had.
Wonderful words to compliment the image - we've not had much sun either this end of the coast - endless grey and misty days - roll on springtime
Hi Rosie. Thanks so much. On the way home from work tonight, I walked past a garden brim full of almost out daffodils and was left wondering how they've caught enough sun when you and me haven't....
One of those moments when you see something and it triggers a streams of sentences that you just have to get down. I like it when that happens.
Hi Jem. Thanks. Yes - that's when I think the best kind of writing arises. The kind of moments I'm always ready to run with!
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