It was a cold, crisp night. The moon shone down brightly over the town's empty streets. The stars gleamed beautifully in the sky. The way they faded and would soon after glow brighter than before made it seem as though the sky had a pulse- as if it was no longer just a sky, but like you and me; A living part of our world. Despite the cold day, there remained only a few mounds of snow peppered with dirt on the road- nothing more than the remnants of what used to be. It was one of those nights that give you courage. One where rather than cowering away from the monstrous gusts of wind, you turn toward them and, even if just for a moment, feel as though you are invincible. The kind of night that puts you to bed not tired, but instead invigorated. As you lay awake you think back to that moment when the wind was blowing at your face and let sleep evade you further as you conjure up a list of things you wish to accomplish with your newfound bravery. It was the kind of night that turns mere thoughts into wondrous realities.
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A Day in my Eyes
Non-FictionA little view of my perspective on a day I have ventured through. My way to practice writing by describing my day when I'm feeling creative, always leaving me with the thought of "Let's see what tomorrow brings".
