While Maxwell and I were on a day trip earlier in the week, we stood in a field, and I noticed a break in the trees that formed an archway that lead into the meadow beyond. It made me wonder who had gone through that nature-made entrance in the decades prior, maybe even centuries prior. Where were they going? What were they leaving? What did the meadow beyond promise?
TODAY’S PROMPT: Take a journey through this doorway that nature created with branches reaching out toward one another, embracing. Create a narrative of one person or a group of people who are going through this entryway. What’s on the other side? Was it what was expected? Give this picturesque scene a worthy story.