August 3 - "the details of unremarkable days" (after Revan Schendler)
Rayella sighed and leaned her head back against the brick chimney of the building she was on. The structure was gently warmed from the fire lit below as a deterrent against the cold forecast for that night. The day had been absolutely boring and she hoped the night would be the same. She hadn't had any classes due to the winter break and her father's clinic was closed so the whole family had slept until noon. Brunch had been whatever they could hunt up and they each had drifted back to their rooms to read or play Legos or work on homework. Around eight she had left to warm up at the Wayne mansion. She had listened to the police scanner on the way there and while warming up and has been surprised to hear very little chatter, the occasional corner store robbery, a lost child, and two domestics. Now she was patrolling and had yet to seen anything besides one attempted and foiled mugging.
Day 3 - The Holy Calling
Writing is a calling.
I found this unusually affirming and comforting. Sometimes I feel like I have useless talents because they can't be as easily used for employment like a talent in mechanics or electronics or jewelry making can. I have to be reminded that Jehovah created the human race to be diverse and I need to enjoy what I have.
Writing and art, I think, go hand in hand. They don't seem to have an immediate practical use, but they have great power to warm and nurture the soul. Keep it up!
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