The exercise:
Let's write about: melting.
We took a taxi out to the West End in Negril to watch the sunset one night. It was a beautiful location:
With a beautiful sunset:
With a beautiful wife:
I wrote today's piece either later that night or the next day, I can't remember.
Mine:
We watched the sun
Melt into the waves,
The heavens lit
By its final rays -
I thought we'd reached
The end of days.
But if it was
The passing of light,
It was not time
To give up the fight -
As after day
There's always night.
