One day when he lived there he woke up a bit early. There was a thin layer of snow outside, and the sun was carefully trickling
through the curtains and made a glowing line of bright yellow on the
soft carpet next to the bed. The air was transparent with small shining
particles slowly descending into the small strip of light, and a calm
and refreshing silence filled the room.
These mornings were among his favorites. They always gave him a good start on a bright new day.
At times life could be a long string of days like that, fresh and
crisp, with subtle beauty and little wonders of nature like the tiny
soft snow flakes covering the streets and roof tops. The sun shining a
warm blanket over the village, and some scattered points of chimney
smoke carefully dissolving into the blue skies, with some small groups
of birds gliding over the neighborhoods. The river silently drawing a
thin blue line through the village, and the horizons a bit waving in the
contrasts over a cold arid landscape and the slowly warming skies.
These beautiful scenes had been repeated thousands of times over
the centuries, with the little village growing from nothing into a
bustling little town, and seeing the constant flow of lifetimes coming
and going, some in silence and some in turmoil, some in joy and some in
ease, some in hardships and some in unfairness, some in absence while
others in presence, all with the flow of kings and mayors, wars and
peace, philosophical strains of humanity, bigger events in history and
nature, and the ever relentless passing of time and change.
Dave, I love this excerpt from your book. At first I thought it was just a story in itself until I saw that it was an excerpt. I really like your description- especially the last section- what a beautiful section about how things change over time but kind of stay the same. Nothing is new under the sun. I consider myself a literary fiction writer too sooo I'd love to get in touch!
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7 Years Ago
Hi A.W.,
thank you so much for a glowing comment and review! Especially that you like.. read moreHi A.W.,
thank you so much for a glowing comment and review! Especially that you liked the last part, it's one of my favorite perspectives that happens both in writing and in travels and real life sometimes - just zooming out, and seeing the broader strokes :)
And excellent about getting in touch! Writing you a new message right now :)
Btw. this is from the first book/novel I wrote, "The Park" which was in some ways usually 4-500 words of writing pr. day, as a collection of texts with visual scenes, and some thinking and reflections about life. Bound together as a story of a man living about a year in a small, peaceful and beautiful town.
(More precisely, this man is just in a park the whole book, but looks back upon this period of his life, and realizes how important it has been to him.)
Parts of the book still reads a bit like that, with some excerpts working as independent short texts as well. I'm glad you pointed that out, too!
Dave, I love this excerpt from your book. At first I thought it was just a story in itself until I saw that it was an excerpt. I really like your description- especially the last section- what a beautiful section about how things change over time but kind of stay the same. Nothing is new under the sun. I consider myself a literary fiction writer too sooo I'd love to get in touch!
Posted 7 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
Hi A.W.,
thank you so much for a glowing comment and review! Especially that you like.. read moreHi A.W.,
thank you so much for a glowing comment and review! Especially that you liked the last part, it's one of my favorite perspectives that happens both in writing and in travels and real life sometimes - just zooming out, and seeing the broader strokes :)
And excellent about getting in touch! Writing you a new message right now :)
Btw. this is from the first book/novel I wrote, "The Park" which was in some ways usually 4-500 words of writing pr. day, as a collection of texts with visual scenes, and some thinking and reflections about life. Bound together as a story of a man living about a year in a small, peaceful and beautiful town.
(More precisely, this man is just in a park the whole book, but looks back upon this period of his life, and realizes how important it has been to him.)
Parts of the book still reads a bit like that, with some excerpts working as independent short texts as well. I'm glad you pointed that out, too!