Sky Writing

My son and I sat on the park bench outside of town.  It’s a beautiful spot on the outskirts of the desert, especially at sundown.

“What do you think Josh?” I ask.

“About what daddy?” the ten-year old replies.

“Look at the sky,” I ask of him.  “Read to me what you see. “

“Daddy, there are no words in the sky, that’s silly.”

Oh Josh, there are plenty of words in that sky.  Look out there, its like a plane flew in the sky throwing out big letters that formed words.  Just for us.  Look at the beauty of the sky.  There is one word.  Beauty.  Look how peaceful it is.  Feel it?  There is another word, peaceful.  Painters paint beauty like this.  Its their inspiration.  There is another word.  Inspiration.  Don’t you see all this Josh?

“Daddy, how do you see all that?”

Josh, use your imagination and the words will come to you.  I use my imagination. There is another word in the sky. Imagination.  You have to feel what’s around you.  Close your eyes. Feel the breeze, imagine the view you just saw right before your eyes closed.  There is another word.  Feel.   Use your eyes, don’t you see hope in the sky Josh?  Hope, another word.  The words are endless son. 

“I suppose daddy.  But when I close my eyes and think of this sunset, all I see is mommy” he says to me with tears in his eyes.  “I feel her arms holding me.”

“Josh, you saw beauty.  You felt love.  From this view of the sky.  You didn’t need words.  It was all there for you.  From her.  She will never leave you.”

“Daddy, I wish I could write I love you mommie in the sky.”

“You just did Josh.  I am sure she just read it.”

This fiction was written for Inspiration Monday.  Click for the prompts and rules.

Spending time with Aldrin and Armstrong

It was a clear southern sky that day in late July 1969.  I was barely five years old.  Now, forty something years later,  I would remember this as the most memorable time with my father.

He woke me up late that evening.  I was confused.  What he was doing?

“Get your slippers on son,” my father said.

But why dad,? Where are we going?”

“Just put your slippers on, I want you to see something.”

Together we drove to a remote spot in the country.  It was a beautiful evening.

“Look at all the stars daddy,” I said. “And the moon is so big!”

It was the first time I remember looking at the stars.  I suppose that is normal for a five-year old.  My father and I walked amongst the sugar cane to a spot along a ditch.  We laid down side by side looking into the spotted expanse of darkness.

“Look at the moon, that’s why we came here” he said.  “Do you know that at this very moment there are two men there Victor.”

“Huh.  What do you mean daddy?”

“There are two men on the moon, two Americans.  Be proud son.  We beat the Soviets there.”

“Are we going to go to the moon too daddy?”

“No son,” he replied laughing.  “It is not America’s intention to inhabit the moon.  Just to visit.'”

“Wow!  Maybe I could go one day daddy.”

“Maybe so son.”

We were there for what seemed like hours.  Just staring at the sky.   He pointed out constellations, many I really couldn’t visualize.  He told me he believed that there were other creatures in space.  He explained that the sky never ends.  We talked about his childhood.  His mom. He shared his memories.  I just listened.   It was the only time I remember that he truely talked.  It was the greatest moment I spent with him in his brief time on earth.  We spent an evening together.  Father and son.  Along with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.

This writing is FICTION.

This was written for the Trifecta Week Fifty-Nine.

INTENTION (noun)
1: a determination to act in a certain way : resolve 2: import, significance 3a : what one intends to do or bring about   b : the object for which a prayer, mass, or pious act is offered

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