Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will...
And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!
Plot out a short story.
Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem.
(you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).
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It's just another day, David thought to himself. But truly... it was a day like no other.
For he was to be one of a select group of scientists to travel into space.
History would be altered. Lives would be changed.
Certainly his at least, David pondered.
His whole life had led up to this moment.
The years of studying so he could get good grades in school.
Pursuing scholarships, as his family had no money to send him to college.
Working after hours in greasy spoons washing dishes. Staying up late to finish papers.
Sleeping on his books... eating week old popcorn... getting home when he could.
Burning the midnight oil then at work... doing the jobs no one else wanted;
getting promoted. It all had paid off. And now this...
Zipping up his suit, going through his checklist for the 12th time that morning.
Had he done everything right? Did he know enough?
Was he strong enough... brave enough... willing?
Of course... and he knew it... but still.
Countdown had started... 9... 8...7...
soon he would be there... and he looked up.
It's just another day, David thought to himself. But truly... it was a day like no other.
For he was to be one of a select group of scientists to travel into space.
History would be altered. Lives would be changed.
Certainly his at least, David pondered.
His whole life had led up to this moment.
The years of studying so he could get good grades in school.
Pursuing scholarships, as his family had no money to send him to college.
Working after hours in greasy spoons washing dishes. Staying up late to finish papers.
Sleeping on his books... eating week old popcorn... getting home when he could.
Burning the midnight oil then at work... doing the jobs no one else wanted;
getting promoted. It all had paid off. And now this...
Zipping up his suit, going through his checklist for the 12th time that morning.
Had he done everything right? Did he know enough?
Was he strong enough... brave enough... willing?
Of course... and he knew it... but still.
Countdown had started... 9... 8...7...
soon he would be there... and he looked up.