Published in Visual Verse

There was a rush of wind as the sun spilled into my window. I could see the bright and blinding rays of the afternoon sun as it slowly moved across the sky. This was my favorite time of day.

My grandmother called it the “L’heure de soleil”. She would tell me tales of how  our world would meet the spirit world during this hour. For just a moment, our worlds would collide and wonderful things could happen. She would tell me of how the sky birds were the only ones who could travel between the two worlds. This was why my people said these birds were harbingers of sacred events. 

I rested my hands on the window as I let….

This was a piece that I wrote a few months ago for Visual Verse! I had a lot of fun with this one! Hoping to submit something for this month’s prompt!

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