I am standing alone on the deck of a giant cruise ship.
I am looking out toward the horizon.
I am looking west and watching the sunset.
Or am I looking east and watching the sunrise?
I’m not sure.
All I see is the ocean.
All around me.
I don’t know which way this ship is heading.
Or from which way it came.
I am unable to get my bearings.
This is my life.
(Exactly 74 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “horizon” in exactly 74 words.
Also written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write: Set the Scene prompt, where we are challenged to write a story based in the setting of “a cruise ship.”
Today’s jot for Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January prompt was suggested by Toortsie. The word is “sunrise.” As Linda noted, Toortsie’s native language isn’t English, it’s Afrikaans. When I opened up her post using the Chrome browser on my iPhone, I was asked if I wanted Google to translate the text from Afrikaans to English and voila! I could read every word.
So now on to my jot for January 10th.
When I lived in the east, I used to love to go to the coast and watch the sun rising up and over the Atlantic. It was breathtakingly beautiful. But also when I lived in the east, the nearest ocean coastline was easily 100 miles from where I lived. And, as a younger man, I typically stayed up later at night and slept later in the morning. So my opportunities to witness the sunrise at the ocean were few and far between.
Now I live on the west coast, and even though, in my old age, I often wake up before dawn, I’m 3,000 or so miles away from being able to see the sun rising over the ocean.
But there’s no need to feel sorry for me. No indeed. Because now I live only a few miles from the ocean and I can go watch the sun setting into the Pacific anytime I want.
What I’ve discovered is that, whether you’re looking east at the Atlantic or west at the Pacific, both the sunrise and the sunset at the ocean’s shore are breathtakingly beautiful. And if you show someone a photograph, and ask them if they’re looking at a picture of a sunrise or a sunset, they’ll be hard pressed to give you the correct answer.
Melanie is celebrating her third week of hosting Share Your World since taking over from Cee Neuner. Melanie has posted the following SYW questions:
What Is your favorite beverage?
I don’t know that it’s my “favorite” beverage, but it’s mandatory two to three times a day: coffee.
What is your interpretation of “The Golden Rule”? Are there ramifications to breaking it?
Call me a cynic, but it’s “do unto others before they do unto you.” No, just kidding. Ramifications? Well, what goes around comes around, I suppose.
Sunrise person or sunset person?
When I lived on the east coast, it was sunrise. Now that I live on the west coast, it’s sunset.
Do people in modern society anthropomorphize animals too much?
Yes, except for my dog and cat, who are more human than most people I know.
What were you grateful for during the past week?
After a cool and mostly foggy, cloudy August, it was nice to see the sun shining again. Last week was sunny every day. And this week’s forecast calls for more of the same.
In these days of Donald Trump, I feel like I’m stuck in a day that’s gray and lonely. But despite the shitstorm that seems to be swirling all around me, I try to remain optimistic. Yes, I’d bet my bottom dollar that tomorrow there will be sun.
No doubt that when I think about when the sun rises tomorrow over the eastern horizon, it will clear away the cobwebs and, as to my sorrows, there will be none. So I just gotta hang on until tomorrow, come what may.
Shit! Who am I kidding? We’re all fucking doomed!
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Kudos to lyrisicst Martin Charnin for the words to the song “Tomorrow” from the musical Annie, whose lyrics I borrowed a little for this post.
Ashok looked back across the frozen tundra toward the snow capped mountains. He had been walking day and night for at least two days, although he couldn’t be sure, since he was somewhat disoriented. He thought he was heading east, as the sun was slowly setting the over the mountain range and he was still lucid enough to remember that the sun sets in the west.
Or was he actually looking back toward the sunrise? He was confused. Maybe he was heading west. Maybe he was walking in circles. He was so tired, so cold, so hungry. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on like this.
How easy would it be for him to find a large rock to sit next to, to lean up against, to close his eyes, and to fall asleep. But he knew that if he dared to do that, he might never wake up.
Days, or maybe weeks, from now someone would find his frozen body and wonder what had happened to him. They’d find the crude, hand-drawn map in the pocket of his parka, see the “x” marking the spot where the loot from the heist was supposed to have been buried. But if they, like him, followed the map and reached the destination, they, too, would find the buried treasure gone, their trek in vain.
Ashok tried with all his will to keep walking, but his will was not quite strong enough to overcome his weariness. And so he found his rock, slinked down next to it, and closed his eyes. For the final time.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.