Word Picture Wednesday: The Park After Dark

After a day spent in a curtain-pulled house, hiding from the blasting sun, nursing my pounding head: my daughter, the dim glow of her white and purple zebra pajamas, the flashlight strapped around her wrist tracing crazy patterns on the sand below, swinging up into the stars.

Comments

Julie said…
i love this post. i think this should be a new trend. the word picture. hope your head feels better.
September 1, 2010 at 6:35 PM
Pamela said…
Cool! I think this heat is turning us all into night-dwellers.
September 1, 2010 at 7:23 PM
Anonymous said…
This is better than a regular picture. WAY better.
September 1, 2010 at 10:04 PM
Paul Wynn said…
I'd hide in the dark too. Sometimes it feels a bit better to shy from society AND it feels a lot cooler.
September 1, 2010 at 11:06 PM
Kitty Deschanel said…
Word picture Wednesday is such a neat idea! What a great way to stretch your creative writing muscles :)
September 2, 2010 at 1:53 AM
Pam said…
I can picture it all better than a photo. You capture life so well, pounding head or not. Be well today.
September 2, 2010 at 5:09 AM
Nicole said…
Perfectly described. But aching head? Hope you feel better! Ack!
September 2, 2010 at 9:44 AM
Anonymous said…
I love this.
September 2, 2010 at 4:42 PM
Shan said…
That is awesome!
September 2, 2010 at 8:47 PM
Betsy B. Honest said…
Is that hangover poetry? Better than a poetry hangover, that's for sure.
September 2, 2010 at 9:07 PM
Ms. G said…
Excellent picture! I think it's interesting that a couple of the other commentors mentioned being cooler. It made me feel the same way.
September 3, 2010 at 11:57 AM
Kitty Deschanel said…
Thanks for your reassuring comment on my blog. I just got home from getting my tetanus shot and it was totally NO BIG DEAL! It didn't even pinch! LOL, I couldn't believe it and kept my eyes closed afterward because I was expecting more to come.
Ahh, bloggy friends make everything in life better!! :)
September 4, 2010 at 3:26 PM
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