Orion

I have always loved Orion the Hunter. Because it seems like no matter where I am in the world, I can look up into the night sky and find him there, and this gives me comfort. To be outside on a lonely dark verdant mountaintop and look up in to a diamond flecked velvet sky fills my heart with wonder and awe. But the ocean at night is my favorite...

Barefoot, she padded through the cold, soft sand. It gave way and shifted under her feet. Her plain knit skirt fell just to her knees. The sea oats brushed against her bare legs, but she didn’t notice. She pulled her sweater closer around her body. The blowing wind and crashing waves flooded her ears. There was nothing else. As the path ended the sand spread out before her. A nearby lamppost cast a pale beige ring on the beach. The ocean was loud, but dark before her. And the stars glistened endlessly across the unending backdrop of black sky. She walked past the circle of light, straight to the waves. The feel of the sand became more wet and mixed with the texture of crushed shell. The smell was strong – sweet and tangy. Her feet touched the receding waves. They were warm. Then the next wave rushed and foamed around her ankles. She was knee deep now. (excerpted from an old story I started and never finished)

I also need to confess that I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately while attempting to keep up with all the Alphabe-Thursday posts. And having been out of town last week, I am so way behind. It's not the posts - each one is so unique (creative; at times funny, thoughtful, or even tender) and often beautiful. It's my poor organization and time management. So I will try to do better. To find these awesome original posts click here. Alphabe-Thursday is hosted by the ever encouraging Jenny Matlock at ... off on my tangent...

Orion constellation image by s.thorton