Challenge #12: Artist's Date (01.14.12)
Elated that I’d finished my homework early, I grabbed my book and headed outside.
You know how you think a story is heading in a particular direction? The book either takes that direction, that direction that we’re both excited to follow and disappointed that the route was so predictable, or, eventually, you decide that you must have been wrong, that just must not be where it’s heading, that it’s gone too far to turn back now, but then, suddenly and unexpectedly, it does it anyway?
I was at that point, that point that you lose yourself in it because you’ve been waiting for this moment the entire book and it’s finally here. It’s bittersweet, too, though, because you know that since it’s finally here that the book will finish soon, too.
Engrossed in the novel, I could feel the sun on my legs, despite the date on the calendar, and hear the dog slurping the peanut butter out of the new toy Roberto bought her in the background and, at that moment, the world was calm and peaceful.
You know how you think a story is heading in a particular direction? The book either takes that direction, that direction that we’re both excited to follow and disappointed that the route was so predictable, or, eventually, you decide that you must have been wrong, that just must not be where it’s heading, that it’s gone too far to turn back now, but then, suddenly and unexpectedly, it does it anyway?
I was at that point, that point that you lose yourself in it because you’ve been waiting for this moment the entire book and it’s finally here. It’s bittersweet, too, though, because you know that since it’s finally here that the book will finish soon, too.
Engrossed in the novel, I could feel the sun on my legs, despite the date on the calendar, and hear the dog slurping the peanut butter out of the new toy Roberto bought her in the background and, at that moment, the world was calm and peaceful.