Message from Karen / Josh (What Pegman Saw co-ordinators)
After two weeks in the arctic, and then a visit to a war-torn nation, I figured we all deserved a vacation. Hope you packed your swimsuit and sunscreen! After a few weeks of brutal cold here in the Midwest, I’m more than ready to head to Fiji for real–but Pegman is going to have to make do.
Your mission is to write a 150-word (or less) story, poem, or essay inspired by the location. You can use the photo provided, or you can browse the photospheres and find your own view.
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NO MAN IS AN ISLAND
Kelvin M. Knight
Looking out over cerulean waters, he saw nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing, yet he did not feel relaxed.
Or maybe he did?
Focussing on those distant puffs of whiteness, reflected in this motionless ocean, he reflected on himself, his journey thus far, his successes, his failures.
Failures? The palm trees above him seemed to sigh.
He listened for more sounds, concentrated hard. There were none: not even the sound of his own breathing. However, he was not dead. At least, not that he knew.
As the calmness and stillness of this place pressed into him, he became aware of every curve of his body, yet there was no peace within him. Not in this moment. And not in the rest.
The rest which scraped behind him. The rest which rolled before him. While he remained motionless here, in this water, never out of this water. Broken off, yet never apart.
I am unsure where this story came from. I suppose, at heart, I am not a holidaymaker. Certainly, I have never been abroad, on holiday, in my life. Been all over Great Britain and around the world with work, yes, but never for a break; although, during my time in America I was encouraged to see some sporting sights and that white building when I was in Washington.
I guess my un-holidaymaking gene has played a part, somehow, in my story. But then again maybe it didn’t.