Beautiful Places
This week I’ve asked you to write about all kinds of places, both real and imagined. I’ve asked you to write about your experiences by tapping in to all your senses.
Today for your Friday Free Write, I would like you to write about your most favorite place in the world. Write about why it’s your favorite, when it became your favorite, and what feelings it inspires in you. If it’s outdoors, feel free to get into what kind of weather makes it perfect and what season is the best to visit. If it’s indoors, detail even the small knick-knacks if that’s part of what makes it your favorite space.
However, it’s not always the far away places that excite us, inspire our imaginations, and make us feel safe. Today you can feel free to write about a place in your own home or a place across the world. As long as it’s your favorite space, then write out your heart about it.
Remember, free write for at least five minutes. Free write means no looking back over what you wrote or going back to edit.
Have fun!
Picture one: I can’t remember the name of the falls, but it’s a stop in New Zealand between Waitomo and Bridal Veil falls. (As far as size, these falls were more impressive than the Bridal Veil falls.
Picture two: Welcome to my desk. It’s a little different now because I don’t have the second monitor to work on, but it’s still the same desk. It’s in the spare room of our flat and is my little space in the world.
October 20th, 2007 at 4:33 am
This is not my favorite place in the world. But it’s what comes to mind when I read the assignment. It’s not the mountains of Czech Republic or the little Italian village I slept in when I was 16 and almost missed my train. It’s not any of the places I have loved so much and wished to go back to. It’s the place I go to, to get work done, to calm myself down, to desensitize anything and everything that might have gone wrong or not that day or that week … it’s the city library.
This is where I go with a cup of coffee and my laptop. This is where I sit and do whatever work I have … even if the work could have easily been done at home or in my office. It’s not the same. The library is big, it’s quiet. It’s full of people who are also sitting with their laptops and their coffees. Until this moment when I write this, I never wondered if they were also going there for the same reason as I. Maybe they also have homes and offices with perfectly good computers and internet connections and coffee. Maybe they, like me, do not really need to check out any books. Who knows. Maybe I should ask them some time. Maybe we all just go there to calm down.
It’s quiet. The floors are made of some strong, unimpressive, and slightly stained material which is reminiscent of the floor in a public elementary school. The coffee man knows me well and even gives my whipped cream on my coffee if I ask for it. The coffee is expensive and I don’t care. It’s where I go to calm down. It’s where everything becomes peaceful. I cheer up and life becomes interesting again.
I have even written poetry there before, and cried and hoped no one saw, and felt better.
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October 20th, 2007 at 9:39 pm
That sounds absolutely lovely, Anna. Thank you for sharing. I felt the same way about the library I used to go to, and I am beginning to love the little things about the library I now go to.
I have coffee and a great internet connection at home, but there’s something about the place you choose as your ‘away from the world’ place.