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Beginning of Week 3
Well a lot has been going on. From time to time, I like to take a run to the outside of town and enjoy the peace and quiet. Lately, that has not been very helpful. My mind is racing and my heart is far from the place of peace I use to find out there. The breeze and the horses and the grass; none of it feels the same. I know that in reality, things will never be the same, but that is all I long for. I want her back and I want these last two weeks to not have happened at all.
By Piper Curran4 years ago in Earth
Nailing this to the Earth’s Door for All to See
Shatner looking down at that thin green layer of life. That’s all there is! He pulled off an amazing feat of dexterity! Without embarrassing or putting on the spot his generous host, Jeff Bezos, who was quite naturally using Shatner’s presence on the space flight to promote his Blue Origin exploits, Bill deftly turned the focus to what he saw down below from up there; the fragility of that gentle planet, the tipping point of where the Earth is precariously balanced in the void. And so he subtly turned the conversation around from being about space flight and the wonders of modern technology, to a focus on the preciousness of our Earth and how we need now to collectively put our greatest efforts to saving our one and only living space.
By Gerard Fournier4 years ago in Earth
Ave De Muchos Colores
Blue. Yellow. Red. There were other colors of course, all flashing through the air and in the trees. They seemed to both catch the light and reflect it, turning the forest into a kaleidoscope all around the man in the clearing. He stood there, transfixed by the sight of so many Macaws. The cacophony of their intertwining songs filled the jungle around him, providing a unique music that could not possibly be replicated anywhere else. The humidity was a heavy stifling blanket, but the man couldn't care less. He smiled. Oh, yes. This would do. The amount of money he would bring in from the capture of so many of the birds… he started to sweat harder just thinking about it. The man broke off back through the thick foliage in the direction he had come from, struggling not to get caught on every single snag along the way. His boss would be very happy indeed.
By Curtis Sharp4 years ago in Earth
The Red, Blue, and Yellow Plane
“Hey chief, where have you been flying these days?” Dawn spoke on the landline to her former coworker. Dawn, a woman in her seventies, retired years ago. “Remember when you gave me the one-time pass to borrow a plane, no questions asked? Remember when I said I’ll never ask for that? Tomorrow night I need five of the biggest planes from Earth Airlines, and I could use some help flying them.”
By Sone Kramer4 years ago in Earth
Silhouettes of Hope
Taking a step outside, I observe as the luscious, wild grasses encapsulate my feet, tickling me slightly. I bask in the warmth the plants beneath me absorbed from the vibrant sun rays. Lucious and deep forest fill the land to the brim. Logwood, mahogany, and cacao trees flourish everywhere. The environment is all but quiet; cicadas chirp, rustling ensues, birds converse. Humidity is not a bothersome factor for it hydrates the environment. The air is clean and smells as though it was handcrafted to perfectly describe the rainforest. A rainbow of colors is separated amongst the flora and fauna who call this land home, creating a natural painting. Looking above, I see the sun, glowing in its brilliant glory while an endless blue hugs the ball of fire like a blanket. Silhouettes of Scarlet Macaws cover the sky, I admire with astonishment, if only my feet could take me to them. The majestic birds possess every color surrounding me right on their own backs. They, amongst all other fauna, live freely in this untouched land. The ecosystem is uninterrupted. All is how it should be, fully functioning. I could spend all day outside, watching the Macaws fly by to wherever they wish to be, and so I do. I sit until the vines and grasses underneath me feel like cement, daylight diminishes, and a new set of noises take place of the ones heard in the day. The aura of the night changes from what I typically know. Feeling as though I had been seated for centuries, I brush aside the suspicion in my brain and find my way to sleep.
By Torie Lakkis4 years ago in Earth
The Voice of Nature
A moist, Brazilian grove nestled in the shade of the canopy of cathedral like, five hundred year old Dinizia Excelsa’s. At eighty-eight metres, they were easily the tallest rainforest trees that kissed a twisting ridge that provided shade to a valley near Curuná-una, near one of the upper reaches of the Amazon.
By Peter Dennis4 years ago in Earth
