Sky Dance in Places Unknown: The Writers Prompt to Creativity & Life

Dedication is an essential part of any challenging 

routine, even if becomes aberrant. 

At 3 a.m. while having cumbersome dreams, marks the start of the day. While managing a world that’s misapply assigned to me on this Monday morning, skies are layered in blue shades. Stretching to the skies I ask myself, how can the skies layer itself in this way, like descended coloured shutters fading in the dark?

The grass where I stand is teal. Dandelions give the grass its glow like the moon and afterimage of the sun when I walk. Today’s run is not like others, where breathe enriches lungs and heart in meditative focus, rather it’s water giving the atmosphere a cleanse with each breath.

As I start to I’d noticed the world absorbed in the depths of my identity. Here is the funny thing, haphazardly this helps with the creative process, also my form when running through unknown landscapes. Easily I have the power to transform bland sidewalks into milky streets with every step. Since this is only a dream the technique is to own it. Destiny requires the freedom of thought, rise to the accusation.

When I rise to the skies height, I brace myself taken in deep breaths. Water vapours fill my lungs, then I begin to run at a steady pace. If you don’t understand how it feels to run across water, just think of a dance that creates clouds. Yes, every step creates clouds. The feet are skilled artisans.

When reached the horizon I heard the skies say, “We have to make a promise to each other.” Thoughts of freedom flowed through my mind, I felt an honour to know nature’s eyes would give chance to my artsy dance. “Promise when you run across our canvas to write down the experience.” Then I awoke and it became clear that  running is a medium between dance and art. Like writing is a medium between voice and audience.