Prompt #134: Firsts

Starting the new year with your firsts: a 20-minute writing exercise

Hi Friends,

This morning the sky is a layered and profound gray, making everything else seem bright and stark in contrast. The wind washes through the pine trees, pushing them into sway, their branches trembling. On days like this, I recall my very first memory of an impending thunderstorm on a Fire Island Beach. Even though today’s gray sky foreshadows …