Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you see.
I recall writing this prompt some time ago. the nearest window is the one in my bedroom. Since I’ve already looked out and expressed how awesome it looked through this window. my mind wants me to do the same with the one further away from me, it’s one facing the front of the house.
As I stood there William Wordsworth came to mind, what he would have written compared to my meaningless words. I went to my window further away, saw a runner plowing away trying to keep her body fit, while I looked on. There were two others a mother and daughter I presume racing with each other trying to see who can get there first, where I don’t know but the spectacle caught my attention.
Moving on I gazed at the majestic maple trees now in full bloom, green are their leaves and attractive. They know it wouldn’t last the ‘Fall’ would very cruelly shed their leaves on one stormy day and they’d be standing still with nothing to boast of, but bare trees with naked branches.
On the material side I’m watching a group of men with their machines replacing the green grass with asphalt to convert the place into a parking lot, all because the owners want to make money by renting it to vehicle owners. I feel terrible the greenery is replaced by black tar.
This shows how we’d do anything to wipe out traces of nature. Why do we complain about the weather, we are responsible for changing the climate, which reminds me, “you reap what you sow! 😦
Sabethville 