The only thing I don't like about my new calendar is that it combines Saturday and Sunday so I don't have a new picture prompt to use on Sunday, but I'll deal.
January 4--Tower of Babel mosaic. Pat lay back and looked up at the red brick wall that loomed over her. The mortar joints looked like a maze spread across the surface, just like the stone wall on the mosaic in her Ancient History book. Looking at the wall upside down made her a bit dizzy like it would crash down on her. She thought about the toga-clad men in the picture. They looked strong and focused on their work. The tools and supplies they used looked a lot like the things her dad used when he built walls. She'd have to show him the illustration the next time she went home. He'd be interested to see how little his trade had changed. She realized that her respect for him had grown since she realized the timelessness of his profession. But she bet Dad would never wear a toga.
Eh, not what I hoped for but writing got done. Better luck next time. Bundle up, it's cold today.
--Barbara
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