In honor of the solstice and the delirious quantity of light we’re getting these days, write from a giddy place. Think of a time or place or color of the clouds that made you feel silly and happy all at once. For me, last night, it was a Midnight Sun Baseball Game that went 15 innings under the silvery light of Solstice night. We sat in the stands and hollered and laughed as the sun slipped behind a row of hills, still sending a wash of yellow light into the arc of the sky. Then as the last hit brought all the runners in, the light behind the hills brightened, the cirrus clouds turned fireweed pink and the sun slid back up again. A perfect–if very long–solstice night.
Write about a moment of unexpected glee. Use all five senses, of course.
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Tags: Alaska, Fairbanks, poetry, Psyche, solstice, summer, white nights, writing, writing prompt
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