September Six Word Photo Story Challenge: "Shadows" — Shadow of Sun, Flower I Become From the heat of hell to the cool of heaven. In your bloom, you were my beacon. P.o.p. the writer This story was inspired by how mercilessly hot this summer was in the East Coast region. For the last two summers, walking in the morning and writing a journal gave…

Eventually, one side will see a defeat, and the other side will have a victory. — Everything that makes you busy drains you and is someone else's agenda. Being productive energizes you. It feeds your brain. Focus and work on your projects all day, and watch how you sleep at night. The sleep is different. Watch how you sleep when you're busy doing something you don't…

I was walking and feeling a fabulous morning for the first time since May. We also enjoyed having a blue supermoon that hung around into the a.m. — Deep inhale. Deep exhale. I've returned. I'm back walking, breathing in a fresh, crisp atmosphere, and my imagination is floating in the air, just like the butterfly I saw today. It's September 1st, and I tell you, it's been a hot, humid, stressful, and disappointing summer of change and revelation.

Did you ask me? No, you didn't. I'm telling you anyway. — Who is me? P.o.p. I know that’s grammatically all wrong, but sometimes you have to color outside the lines. I'm an extrovert. I was married to an introvert, so I know the difference. I'm not an introvert. Not any of that ambivert crap, either. I'm an extrovert. 2. I love the air and wind…

I wrote a poem while walking and experiencing the calm of an early Saturday morning. I wrote most of this in the middle of my walk. — I wrote this prologue at the end of August, and the poem was written at the end of May. This is my calm before the storm A lot happened this summer that shifted my favorite exercise, walking. The heatwave of humidity is the biggest culprit. I also had some emotionally…

When you continue to dwell in a condemned home, you become the space you live in. — As we lay in shells of decay No one ever told me love was a high Price to pay I never knew Indelible stains Don't easily Go away I never knew that I attracted disarray Disguised as peace In desert mirages, I would play Delusions of grandeur I guess I…

Writing a journal in the middle of the night under my covers as the wind softly howls outside of my window — A waterfall that is neverending Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV I wrote this story in winter and it was cold outside I immediately find comfort as I lay in my bed under the covers listening to the Saturday morning atmosphere sing as trees swayed underneath the blackest sky. I love the…

The ongoing humid chronicles of the summer of 2023 stopped me from taking my mind and body-renewing walks. — Saturday, I slept a little longer than usual. I needed the rest before work, but I still was tired when I got to work. Another factor is that my energy is a lot lower on humid days. Plus, I’m a dreamer and visionary who is still going to a job…

A walk journal was written in July amid one of the hottest summers I remember. — The world is always changing Rick Rubin It feels like the earth slowed down its rotation This earth is alive P.o.p. the writer Have you ever experienced a total solar eclipse? That is what walking on July mornings feels like. …