awriter
The fireworks flare up in the sky. We look at them in awe, the smoke they leave behind is almost as beautiful as the bright colors. The ghosts of fireworks drift across the sky, blown by the wind. They merge together into one cloud, the magnificent reminder of a show.
f
writing since 2011 · 2 entries · 2 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means A showed up.
1longest streak
2days written
0.6entries / week
the words A reaches for
fireworksskyflareawesmokebehindbeautifulbrightcolorsghostsdriftblownwindmergecloudmagnificent