In my creative writing class, we discussed the challenges and rewards of unshared attention, or presence. This is my favorite type of writing actually – when I write about an experience in which I am simply soaking in every sensory detail and the effect it has on me. Discussing the value of presence in class has freed me up to relay some short prose that simply relay either an actual moment in time or an imagined, yet feasible, moment in time. Hence, this is #1 of what I expect to be several more similarly themed entries. Now that the intro is longer than the text itself…let’s cut to it! 

I could no longer see underwater; the sky mirrored a mix of blood orange and pure orange, with some lemon grafted in too. The orb of blinding light emulating from the sun gradually sunk closer to the horizon line. The buzz of people on the shore sizzled down with the eclipse of the day. A wave would crash while another one behind it silently crested. The salty water highlighted with white foam slurped its way back into the rumble and tumble of the surf.