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"Every night the owl with his wild monkey-face calls through the black branches, and the mice freeze and the rabbits shiver in the snowy fields— and then there is the long, deep trough of silence when he stops singing, and steps into the air.”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One
I don't often see barn owls out hunting, so when I do it's a rare, magical and beautiful experience. I saw one last night, flying silently across a field near the sea, in the late evening sunshine. I stood still to watch, hardly breathing, and quickly it was gone. For that brief moment my heart was filled with joy.
Writing Prompt:
- What brief moments of joy did you experience this week? Make a list. Choose one and write about it in more detail for seven minutes.
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