Tell Your Story Spring 2022 Writing Contest — Finalist
Remembering The Light
I remember the light from that afternoon. It was late autumn, and the sunshine had taken on a deep golden hue. I loved how it filtered through the branches of the eucalyptus trees, turning the dark leaves into a kaleidoscope of green.
I trudged down the sidewalk, too absorbed in my thoughts to recognize the growling rumble of the aftermarket muffler, too blinded by the bright western sun to see the white truck until it pulled up next to me.