It held itself in the sky, a red copper sphere that kissed shoulders and tickled the tips of noses, bringing them to a raging blush. Eyes that ventured skyward blinked and teared when they met its acquaintance but still the masses reveled in its unrelenting warmth; eager and greedy for its attention.
a tow-headed little boy bounced unsteadily and gripped the hand he was holding, keeping his gaze trained on the stopping-starting-shuffle of the sneaker clad people in front of him. His mama’s fingers entwined with his own, leaving both sets sticky and sweaty while her other hand rustled through his blonde curls, her voice chirping a serenade of ‘sweet pea” and “move ahead pumpkin” as they inched closer to the too- hot-to touch gate.
The boy watched the cylinders rise and fall, carrying and depositing relentlessly, heard the joyful screams and exuberant squeals rise into the endless blue canvas that held the flaming sphere where they popped against the atmosphere.
He felt his tiny barely-five-year-old heart pound with elation.
The gate opened and he settled himself into the bowels of the metal machine, straining to allow his fingers to trace the red, orange and yellow flames decorating the body of his ride.
He’d waited long enough, it was time to fly.
beneath the sunshine
childhoods bloom, its warmth teaching
us to reach beyond.
First WRITE AT THE MERGE this week inspired us with the picture above
I’m trying something new this week.
I am not sure how well I did, but I will continue to participate until “practice makes perfect“.
thanks for the invite my Pirate friend.
HAPPY WEEK/HAPPY WRITING