Below are the submissions for our weekly creative blog:
Jenise and Daniela.
Looking forward to reading your work!
Jenise:Jenise Lopez 04_09pdf
A Place to Remember
Close your eyes. Hear the wind wrestling through the leaves. Smell the warm damp air. Feel the sun caress your skin. All around you is life. And then there’s the gate. The giant gate. The white rusted copper gate. Tall and rigid. It stands alone amongst the organic.The gate keeps everything in and everything out. On this side of the gate there is life. On this side of the gate there is green and yellow and brown. On this side of the gate there are chirps and tweets and growls. Walking towards it you can feel the leaves scrunching beneath your feet. The branches and twigs brush against your arms. As you get closer it gets quieter. The life around you becomes hushed as if it too knows of the gates existence. Step. Step. Less green. Step step. No more winding paths. Step. Step. The smell of metal fills the air. Step and there it is. It’s like the sun even knows that life ends here as it hides behind the distant trees. The wind knows not to disturb its presence. Everything stops at the gate. And there you are staring it down. And there it is staring right back.