Writer's Workshop

A pen scratches along the light lines of notebook paper. Silence. Scribbling. Silence. At the last moment, the rhythm of writing takes over, and the real work begins.

Meanwhile, as the sun was setting over the western horizon and at the last moment dropping quickly into the ocean, the sun was also rising somewhere on the other side of the earth. Did the colors of the sunrise match those of the sunset? At the last moment dawn broke open night’s diminishing grip. The ying and yang of day and night across the globe.

At the last moment, the boy swallowed his lump of conflicting emotions and admitt...