It's twilight, or maybe just a little past; things have lost more color than not, and pale darkness lights the first stars one by one. You sit on the porch, thinking faraway, and watch a jet flying overhead still catching the sun. You watch until it's out of sight and then you listen, listen for the moment you can't hear it anymore.
A beginning is up to you.
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Always up to you... lovely.
"...thinking faraway, and watch a jet flying overhead still catching the sun. You watch until it's out of sight and then you listen, listen for the moment you can't hear it anymore."
Nicely captured!
Excellent.
Overcoming inertia, a test of will. A beautiful way to put it Dianne.
Moments, beginnings, sustenance.*
Lovely Dianne
Gently reassuring. *
As twilight itself, as equal a good beginning as a good ending, mutatis mutandis.
Beautiful imagery.
Excellent phrasing. Present tense suits. Indeed, it is quite beautiful in its simplicity and lyrical quality.
Thank you all. I appreciate your time and attention.
Nice work, Dianne. Especially like that closing line.
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Thanks Sam.
Very nice, Dianne! This is very reflective, invites introspection, yet basks in tranquility.
Thank you Todd for the lovely comment.