It washes over

A Good Folk writing prompt.

Imagine you are standing before an open horizon. It is dusk, or dawn, whichever you prefer. Before you, the earth stretches into sky and it is so dark it is difficult to see the distinction. The air smells of rain, and storm. In the distance there is a siren, or a plane, or someone crying. No one is there next to you. This is a beach. This is a field. This is a forest. It sways in the wind, flashing before your eyes. The sky is purple. The sky is pink. The sky is green. None of this is anything that should be, and yet, it is all there is.

You close your eyes. You stretch your arms above your head and feel the earth move with you. The wind picks up and it begins to rain. Behind your eyelids, there is the bright crack of lightning. You can hear it strike down somewhere close to where you are. Does it hit you? Are you afraid? If you had to choose a color for the world right in this moment, what would it be?

It does not matter how long you stand here. This is your place. Is it peaceful? Does it morph each time you take a breath? Is it somewhere you want to stay?

Soon, the storm will begin to clear. The rains and wind will slow and you will still be standing here. The sky will lighten. When you open your eyes, what do you see? How does it feel?

Now go and write into that place. It is yours. You can always find it when you need to.

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