Two friends, 3191 miles apart in the Portlands–both Maine and Oregon–create a photography blog together that is now becoming a book. And because the year of mornings is over, they are now creating a year of evenings.
So many people have taken the work they’ve done on their blog and turned it into a book. The kind of books you’d never have seen or imagined before blogging. I find this . . .
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “a year of mornings.”
First 50 Words - Prompts for Writing Practice 
One year of mornings:
I woke up an orphan
My brother-in-law saw the reality of his burned body
A son greeted the Iraqi sunrise
German daybreak met my youngest
A sister said goodbye to drugs
A brother walked again
Our family had breakfast at its first reunion
I woke up each day, a miracle I often forget
(I’m over by 7 words, but it was quite a year)
A year of mornings…. That’s how he would measure the rehab that faced him. Days are no good. The northern latitude makes for little sunlight in the winter, and seemingly endless sunlight in the summer. Mornings, however, were predictable. Shift change at the nurse’s station, empty the catheter bag, check his vitals, administer pain meds, help to the bathroom and back, and breakfast.