It's wild how reliant we've all come to be on GPS services and Google maps, or rather, it's wild to think of it any other way. I was born in the early 90s, so passed through the transitional phase of MapQuest too, but can still vaguely picture the old country roadmaps that used to live in our old Subi. But reading them... what a lost skill. I've often daydreamed about what you daydream about, and long for that bygone era I suppose I never truly experienced as an adult either -- a cellphoneless era when you could actually find yourself lost in this world, and had only yourself to rely on to find your way back home. It sounds quaint, now. Anyway, beautiful writing, beautiful piece.
Ahh! I love poetry about such small, pure moments, taken and studied and squeezed for all their color and joy. You got every drop out of this memory that you could, every detail, and it couldn't sum up summer any better!
It's less often I see love songs/poetry written from this angle... not about heartbreak, but impending heartbreak, which brings with it its own subtle and monumental sadnesses alike. Your repetition, and the examples you use, of what's sure to come, are all so strong and visceral -- especially the ones relating to the weather! I love that you've sort of played around with the idea of "the calm before the storm." I was happy to see this piece end with a glimmer of hope and resilience.
GOOSEBUMPS. FREAKING GOOSEBUMPS. Amazing work. The last paragraph...the mark of an excellent dark-fiction writer is a terrifyingly great last sentence/paragraph.
It's wild how reliant we've all come to be on GPS services and Google maps, or rather, it's wild to think of it any other way. I was born in the early 90s, so passed through the transitional phase of MapQuest too, but can still vaguely picture the old country roadmaps that used to live in our old Subi. But reading them... what a lost skill. I've often daydreamed about what you daydream about, and long for that bygone era I suppose I never truly experienced as an adult either -- a cellphoneless era when you could actually find yourself lost in this world, and had only yourself to rely on to find your way back home. It sounds quaint, now. Anyway, beautiful writing, beautiful piece.
Ahh! I love poetry about such small, pure moments, taken and studied and squeezed for all their color and joy. You got every drop out of this memory that you could, every detail, and it couldn't sum up summer any better!
I love the metaphor.
It's less often I see love songs/poetry written from this angle... not about heartbreak, but impending heartbreak, which brings with it its own subtle and monumental sadnesses alike. Your repetition, and the examples you use, of what's sure to come, are all so strong and visceral -- especially the ones relating to the weather! I love that you've sort of played around with the idea of "the calm before the storm." I was happy to see this piece end with a glimmer of hope and resilience.
YAY I FINALLY FOUND ANOTHER HISTORICAL FICTION GEEK
Yesssss. I have read every single one of her books except Rescue! I LOVE RESISTANCE AND LINES OF COURAGE SO MUCH!
Thanks!
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it!!
GOOSEBUMPS. FREAKING GOOSEBUMPS. Amazing work. The last paragraph...the mark of an excellent dark-fiction writer is a terrifyingly great last sentence/paragraph.
oh, you are so welcome and thank you for commenting about it!