She stood looking at the horizon as the darkness began to lift and the twilight steadily advanced toward sunrise pondering how the sparkle of the morning star that kept her pointed toward the east, toward her future, seemed to to fade in the bright rays of sunlight cutting through the haze.
She knew it would always be there but not if it would be visible once the sun had finally risen on her tomorrow.
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Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
Use the word “horizon” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 74 words.
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How did I do?
Don’t be shy… Tell me how you feel.
the kintsukuroi life 
Kind of sad. But the determination of knowing what is possible, what is there even when you can’t see it. Lovely. xo~k.
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I was sad writing it (I made myself cry!) but then I remembered that it’s always there even if we can’t see it… It is always there. We just have to trust that, have faith in that!
🙏🏻
Kit
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Glad I wasn’t the only one teary eyed. ❤
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Once again you are reading my thoughts. Thank you for the perfect words to touch my heart and soul. I truly needed to see and hear them. Aunt Joan 🌹
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Love you, Aunt Joan!
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And I you! 🌹🌹🌹
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So lovely–I hope that even if the star isn’t visible, you feel it still guiding you:-)
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I love that I wrote about She but you knew She was really Me!!
I do feel it and I know it’s there!
Thank you! 🙏🏻
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😊
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