Reading Your Work Aloud

Some times inspiration comes if you only walk outside your door, look around, and simply create that opportunity... Here is something I wrote for a writing class, back in 2005. Every time, reading the words take me back to that afternoon beside a nearby lake.

I saw the sunset this evening as I strolled along the lakeside. All was quiet as the day’s light and warmth slowly turned to twilight and coldness. Like watching the world gently draw up bed covers, prepare for a night’s rest, and close its eyes while stars twinkle in the growing darkness. How silent and beautiful.

But the sun hasn’t completely set--just yet. For where it sailed downward beyond the horizon, nearby clouds radiate golden yellows, bronze oranges, and ruby red hues--imagined as fire, flaring into the heavens, if for only a brief time.

But--darkness comes on, as sleep draws us all in its mysterious way. Shadows in the sky turn deep purples, with tinges of greens and blues. How silently magnificent. Dimmer and dimmer, the colors of day fade; and shadows grow, as the time of night arrives at last.

--B.T. Brasington, 2005