It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.
Below, I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest. This prompt alternates with Amanda’s Music Prompts, so make sure to check back next Friday for some musical inspiration.
I’ll provide the first line, you get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure are completely up to you. Feel free to modify the line as you see fit, adding punctuation, quotes, or other bits if so desired. No need to tie it to the picture, unless you want to.
Or for more of a challenge, change nothing. You have a week to write it, enjoy!
This day was summer when the sun shone and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon.
I was kayaking back from lunch at a small hidden waterfall. Located up a stream, most kayakers miss it. I was alone with only a Great Blue Heron waiting patiently for its catch. As I left, the forecast cold front came through. The morning paddle worked up quite a sweat, so when the temperature dropped about twenty degrees and the wind shifted. My sweat-soaked shirt cooling in the wind made it feel like winter had come a few months early.
I had only 4 more miles to paddle back to the launch site where my car and a dry shirt waited. Summer days are like this on the reservoir that meanders following the original river’s course. After the morning’s paddle on almost glassy smooth water, the challenge of crosswinds and rougher water was welcome. The water wasn’t really rough, the waves only half a foot or so, made for what I call interesting water.
The fishermen that I passed on the morning’s paddle were now pulling in their lines and heading back too. Most of the ones I asked about their catch shrugged, “Only a couple too small to keep.”
By the time I reached my destination the sun was out again, my shirt was dry and I was comfortable once more. Now to get the kayak back on my car and all my gear loaded into the trunk.