The shadow grew long in the face of a bright light appearing among the aspens. The orb glowed orange-yellow before exploding to encompass the whole of North, South, East and West. The scene felt familiar.
He grew up where the sky blanketed the earth - prairie and plain kissing endlessly everywhere he looked. A small stand of trees soldiered every house, every barn and punctuated the fine "S" curves of a stream.
One fall night, he ventured several miles on foot to camp below a knoll on his neighbor's farm. The milky way swirled and twinkled above him and the brook gurgled nearby. The harvest laid bare the earth and it smelled of decaying shafts of grain and the dust of too much sun.
He fell asleep, he thought, and awoke to a startling light pulsing in the trees by the brook. He wiped his eyes and blinked, hoping the orb might disappear - an apparition of a fading dream.
It did not.
He felt his heart throbbing in his chest - his mind racing to determine the next steps. How did this light get here?
- Writer's Workshop, February 2023
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