Now You See It...
by Sharayah Hooper
So again I rise before the crow, and slip out of the house unnoticed. I take to the streets and meet the whistling chill head on and face forward. I’m hushed, whisper walking through the stone alley. Curling around sharp and winding turns alike, I can hear the pebbles scatter with each of my footfalls, a sound that strikes adventure to my ears. Yet my slipper-ed feet barely make a patter against the chilled ground.
These spider web pathways I am venturing have twisted me in circles many times. But I’m praying it won’t take too long to arrive at my destination. I am aiming to meet the sunrise. At the far end of the village, there sits a tall flight of stony steps. At the top of these steps waits the perfect venue.
The sudden breath of pale light over the stone walls surrounding me, warns me I must pick up my pace, must sharpen my eye if I am to make it on time. But every round-about, every right angle I encounter, only reveals another lane, another stretch of ground to cover in search of my rendezvous.
Chancing upon a small archway, I glimpse a spray of blush-colored light. Pausing in my step, I lean against the stone’s curve and witness a shower of rays shatter over a rocky wall several feet ahead. Stunned, I catch the warmth on my face and seal the rapture within my racing heart. One phrase escapes my parched lips, “I can see it from here.”
Sharayah C. Hooper absolutely adores losing herself in a book. And not many feelings can compare to the wonderful rapture that comes when piece of writing is completed. A large portion of her writing can be found on the website Collective Banter.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Disection of a Moment'
'Inside the Shadows of Open'