Good morning, readers!
Just a writing exercise that may turn into something longer at a later date. Please let me know your thoughts. I hope you enjoy this small little exercise.
The sun peaked over the rushing water that was being spit towards heaven from the city fountain. The LOVE statue blurred in the background. Heat and humidity, which it was surprisingly hot - 95 degrees - for a morning, hit me directly in the face. Sweat began to fall from my body as I walked up the marble stairs to get closer to the LOVE statue.
As I made it to the top of the stairs, I saw the statue and began to admire it. In that spot, near the water, I began to feel a coolness. I closed my eyes and began to pray. When I opened my eyes, a father and his young son, dressed in their trobes, walked past me. The father was in a white trobe and the son, I would assume he was around five, was in a tan trobe. They walked over to the LOVE statue, undid their small prayer rug. Morning prayer. They prayed in front of the statue.
The beauty of that image made me feel cooler. As soon as they finished, I headed to the train station and began writing a spiritual poem.