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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Purple (11/05/09)

TITLE: Dusk
By B C
11/07/09


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I have a tradition. Every year when Indian summer blows in, I go for a walks at sunset. I have a favorite park with a huge wonderful tree that I love to sit under. Indian summer is a wonderful time on the prairies. Itís a small break between the cold wet of a rainy Autumn and the harsh chill of Winter. The leaves that remain stubbornly clinging to the trees seem to dance in the warm breezes. This very evening Iíve decided to maintain said tradition and take a stroll. As I slowly meander down the street to my park, I enjoy the sunís setting rays on my face and breathe in the scent that is Fall. Itís the slightly musty smell of the leaves as they crunch under my feet, the crisp scent of apples and berries that have long since fallen to the ground, and the warm breeze mixing with the cooling air. I reach my park and find my tree. My tree is a huge old Maple whose leaves always seem to cling stubbornly, waiting to be the last to fall. I love itís copper, and red leaves as they dance in the gusts of air.
I sit there quietly and close my eyes as I wait for the magical time of twilight. As dusk descends and the purple shadows lengthen, I begin to driftÖ
My eyes flutter open to a dreamscape and I see in front of me a fountain, gilded silver by the starlight, starlight that seemed to be coming from within the fountain. I move closer and peer into the fountain to see water with bubbles floating and glittering iridescently. My eyes begin to realize just where the starlight is coming from. The stars are encased within the bubbles. Tiny, many pointed stars glittered and danced in the bubbles. They were beautiful!
Suddenly there was a splash and I jolted awake with a start. The purple twilight had fallen and it was time to go. Another day I would return to see more of the mysteries of that beautiful other-land.


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Philippa Geaney 11/12/09
You described that walk beautifully. You have a wonderful reservoir of words.
Barbara Lynn Culler11/13/09
Such colorful descriptions- i felt I was there with you. I would have liked to hear more of the surrounding environment-such as where your "prairie" is and why is the sky purple at dusk.
Brenda Rice 11/15/09
Very nice descriptions. I could almost smell the things you described.