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A sunny day changes perspectives in so many ways. Warming rays give us energy, stiff bones becomes loose again. Dark moods melt away and are replaced by optimism and joy.
Our points of view are changed in so many ways. Previously boring, bland buildings, can become shining rays of light. It’s all in the angle, and the opening of the eyes and mind. Raise your head and look, it’s amazing what you can see.
Daily Prompt: Reflecting
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Grey day, looking for the path.
Searching for connections.
Will the lines converge?
Needs and desires, a disconnect.
Waiting for that moment, synchronicity.
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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter
Well, it seems my son is going to take after me. After only a few months in school, he is already a dedicated reader. He practices every night, with no complaints. When he gets a new book, he starts reading it as soon as we have left the shop. Even when he doesn’t have a book, the world of words has opened up a world of information. All of a sudden, he can understand signs and posters, and so he is becoming more independent. No need to ask so many questions, now he knows.
I have become a slightly obsessive reader over the last couple of years. Having started to use the Goodreads social network, I raised my reading game and last year read sixty books. So far, this year, I have read over thirty. I suppose there are worse addictions, but I have to make sure I leave time for writing something too!
My daughter has also caught the reading bug. This is a funny one, because she can’t actually read yet. But she sits down with a book, follows the words with her finger and reads aloud. But the words she is saying are coming from her imagination, and are a proper story. It is amazing to listen to, and she can keep this up for quite a while.
So it looks like we are a family of readers. I just hope it continues into the future and both my children grow up and continue to use their imaginations as they do now.
Daily Prompt: Avid
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Some memories from your childhood seem to remain with you forever. Especially the colours, sounds and smells. And at times they are intrinsically linked.
Some foods constantly remind me of a time, a place or an event. This is perhaps helped by the fact that food, when I was a child, was a regular cycle. We had our routine, fish on Fridays was a classic, of course. But pie and chips on Saturday was what I really looked forward to. And when I think of the smell of that pie I think of football, simply because the afternoon of sport on television would always be starting as we sat down to my favourite lunch.
Then, as a child of the seventies, there were the colours. A magnificent blend of browns and oranges. Oh what a time, some of the pictures of me are truly horrifying to behold. Brown trousers, with a brown jumper and a slightly different shade of shirt, perhaps cream? But if a splash of colour was needed, subtle it was not.
And the sounds? I still remember the albums my older sister would be listening to, as well as their covers. Joan Armatrading and Roxy Music are always the first to come to mind. Classics now and fixed in my mind as part of my childhood.
As we get older, what happened in your twenties seems more like a fog, but those childhood memories remain vivid indeed.
Daily Prompt: Vivid
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The countdown begins.
Tension mounts.
The rumble of an earthquake.
Teeth shaking in your head.
Trust in your colleagues.
Trust in your training.
The cockpit begins to blur.
And then… Heavier than you have ever felt.
More noise than you have ever heard.
Can this thing possibly stay in one piece?
But in the end.
Weightlessness and silence.
Such contrasts, so quickly.
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