Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.

The owl flew ahead of me…

A few steps later I could not see him. I could see my shadow, in the moonlight, which made me smile, since I never see my shadow in the light of day.

Around me the saguaros stood tall, for now silent. Yet I knew their voice, as do many other creatures of the desert: I was one of them.

Soon I reached the waterfall, and kneeling I drank from the deep pool. A lizard approached me, acknowledging he did not know what I was… I smiled. Soon the owl flew back, holding a small prey in his huge claws. The snow was coming.

Soon the desert would wear his winter mantle. My future belongs to him.

Image: Clarence John Laughlin – Homage to Paul Klee, 1955