50: Good morning, day!

Beach

Waves breaking at the shore, sun starting to shine low in the horizon, a breeze blowing lightly and fresh.
She stands, watching the waves and feeling the sand between her toes.
The sand feels cold. A bigger wave makes the water find its way to her ankles.
Good morning, day!

 

written in (late, actually post due date) response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Fragile

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.

William Collins quotes

 

fragile

written in response to Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Fragile