Here is the original passage used in the exercise this week.  Did your new paragraph seem anything like this?  Where did your imagination take you?  Did it get you thinking in new ways?  I hope so.  Anyway, for those of you who tried this, I appreciate it and would love to get your feedback.

It was daybreak.  She curled onto her side and stared for a long time out the open window at the solemn poplars standing on either side of the hollow, guarding the mouth of the mountain that still breathed gently into her window.  Above the trees stood a pale white sky where the waxing moon must have hung just a little while ago; morning, with its tangle of work and choices.  A day of her own, faintly scented with honeysuckle.  What he’d reached out to tell her that morning, as she sat near the window was that words were not the whole truth.  What she’d loved was here, and still might be, if she could find her way to it.  –Prodigal Summer, by Barbara Kingsolver (Harper Perennial 2000)