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In one minute, use descriptive writing to tell me / the readers what time of day you are writing this, without ever specifically mentioning the time of day.
For example: if you are doing this journal prompt first thing in the morning, you would talk about still being in your fuzzy flannel pajamas, smelling the steam of your brewing coffee, and seeing the first peach blush of dawn in the windows.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2013
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A lone crow has started his caw-caw-caw call to tell his clan he is up and they should be too. The sky is light gray but the orange-pink of dawn has not yet silhouetted the lacework of the bare trees on the horizon yet. Traffic is quiet, my upstairs neighbors' footsteps have not yet thumped into the kitchen. I love an early start to the day. Ah -- a second crow, farther away is announcing he's up and about.
The early stir has quieted around me as the last soldier heads off to conquer another day. It is the calm that settles midway from the time I awake to the peak hour that signifies the hustle and bustle will soon return for the evening ceremonies.
• I hate going there, right after the big break. I loved the rest in my day when I was occupied with work and troubles. It’s not early enough to be tired but it’s not quite late enough to be exited that I’ll be going home soon.
hammer time
The sun is glistening high in the sky. I can’t hear the gentle rumbling in my stomach, because its fullness is making me very sleepy.
While my office mate prattles on about having nearly finished her Monthly Summaries, I remain prepared to X out Facebook, click up the Case Notes Database if the Supervisor happens to pop into the office unexpectaly. I might need to hit the coffee urn one more time just to ensure I can remain awake until the commute home.
The loud (and possibly broken) heater begins its periodic rumble. I stare listlessly at the computer monitor; I am looking at it, but I am not able to perceive what is on it. My eyelids begin to droop, and I start to feel a dull ache above my left eye—both symptoms of a post-repast lethargy. I glance at the small clock at the bottom right side of my monitor. How will I make it through the long hours that are left in this workday?
Telling the time, that's easy. A while back, people only had to look at the sun to know what time it was, and they didn't have to give labels to everything: 1 o clock, 2 o clock, 3 o clock etc.- like a heavy drumbeat thumping away in your ears. Ok, it is stinking hot, the cicadas are chirrping, in some places the grass has turned brown.
Rumbling snore from the pillow beside me. My Droid online. I toss and turn then post my minute before drifting off...
The sun peaks over the mountain top, reaching through my window to warm away the chill of the night. My eyes close as the first sip of dark brew touches my lips, swirls over my tongue and glides down my throat. My cat paces the room and complains loudly, letting me know he is eager for release. Who knows what lies ahead this day?
My head should be popping off as the repetitive nature of piano practice permeates the house. But, there’s something cathartic about the sound as I wind down and ponder if we still have wet clothes in the washer from yesterday. It’s time to breathe, but yet there’s still so much to do as dirty dishes signal the beginning of my “other” full-time job.
With food just recently being ate, I sat down on my couch and surfed the web. I looked up at my window and saw nothing but darkness. It felt cold but yet it was warm in the blankets that covered me. It's such a strange thing where outside there is darkness and cold, while here inside, it is warm and well-lit.
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