Category: Letters to September
Prompt: time // Letters to September – 11
We gave it a name but it’s not there to touch. It can’t be seen or felt, but it will never judge. It always moves like a sequence of events that occurs in apparently irreversible succession. From past through present, into the future where it has not even happened. It can move to fast to…
Prompt: sunset // Letters to September – 10
It’s not possible to find the perfect spot to watch the sunset. Watching the sunset isn’t made special because of the grass that you sit on, or the breeze of cool air playing with your hair. It’s not made special because of the glass of wine you’re holding while standing on a balcony in France…
Prompt: seeing you grow up // Letters to September – 09
Getting older can be a strange thing. But the strangest thing is seeing you grow up alongside me. It’s both the most beautiful and terrifying thing at the same time and I have the privilege of experiencing it with you. I remember when you were still so small that I’d carry you around all day…
Prompt: missing a friend // Letters to September – 08
She finds herself going through her day without giving it any thoughts. Going with the flow like it has always been. It’s just a normal Thursday, filled with works and meetings, a quick stop at a coffee shop to refill her caffeine addiction. There is nothing special about today, no plans with friends, no celebrations.…
Prompt: an empty page but nothing to write // Letters to September – 07
So many thoughts running through my head, but none making any sense. Not one of them clear enough for me to hear or to form a full sentence with. Nothing is more frustrating than opening a new document, staring at an empty page but no words will flow from your fingertips. If I could only…
Prompt: snapshot // Letters to September – 06
Stepping through the door of the cabin and seeing the worn out couch on your left and your writing desk piled with books and papers on your right stops you in your tracks. The door still open behind you lets in the red light of the evening sun. Catching dust particles as they dance through…
Prompt: flickering lights at your desk // Letters to September – 05
He knows everything he wants to say. Goes about his day thinking of ways to explain and translate his feelings into lyrical sentences that sway. Occupied with work and a lunch date with an old friend he keeps his thoughts safe. Keeping it all in his mind, there is no time to sit down and…
Prompt: a moment of rest // Letters to September – 04
Busy streets and a busy mind. Always on the move, always working. To-do lists longer than yourself, never enough hours in a day to complete. Scheduling in your sleep, forgetting to sit down and eat.
Prompt: changing leaves // Letters to September – 03
With every passing minute the world changes around us. But only when the trees, the flowers and grass show the change through colours we believe it. We don’t see the change when it’s happening rather when it’s complete.
Prompt: the smell of the air // Letters to September – 02
In winter it’s the crispness, the cold, the smell of fresh falling snow. The monochromatic colours of the world around us makes everything so pure. Like everything and everyone is equal.