11/12 - Nearly There

With the Turkey Trot under my belt in a time of 30:55 I'm nearly there.  Only one race left.

Getting Creative

One of my goals from a previous post was to sign up for a creative writing course.  This is what came of it:

Tonight was the first in a six week course (actually the second as I missed the first).  We had five minutes to write.  The prompt was a picture of a hammock and trees with snow covering them.

Staring out the back window he longed for summer when the hammock was bathed in sun and curved under the weight of his lover as she slept dappled in a kaleidoscope of ever changing greens while the leaves overhead swayed in the warm breeze.  Now only the bare branches were left.  Stripped of all their life and vitality each encased in a layer of ice, covered in a peppering of snow.  Only the thin veneer of bark protected the now dormant core.  The hammock, once filled with the slow and steady beat of her life dipped under the weight of the heavy snow.  Only his heart hung heavier at the prospect of never seeing the curve of her shoulder peaking over the upturned fabric.  he knows he has to pull it down before the spring's verdant greens touch the hammock disturbing the grave of his memories.

Thoughts?