An exercise in prose


Write about a joyful ordinary moment

It was dark, the day of work and worry was over. The bus stopped, and I began the walk home. The street was quiet, and snowflakes fell silently. There was no sound, just soft light emanating from the neighbors’ houses-tvs on, cuddled on the couches, the end of another day. Shuffled along the sidewalk to my front door, soaking in the calm, thankful for a moment of clarity and stillness.

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