I carefully arranged everything before me. I touched each piece and committed its placement to memory before I turned the light switch off. I used the bottle opener and pried off the top off the canister. I placed the film into the stainless steel cylinder, full of chemicals anxious to reveal its rectangular images. Rinsed, hung, dried, then clipped into even strips before each piece gently entered its own slit of the plastic holder that landed gently onto the light table, where moments before, film, if exposed that same light would have aborted the life of its grey images.
I have to credit Sorryless for the example and idea to write about one thing with less than 100 words, from where I was directed to the prompt at the Thin Spiral Notebook, by Tara Roberts. I’m not sure if I did it right. I saw darkroom, so that’s what I used, and came in at 99 of the 100-word maximum. As my Momentum Dash quote from William James said this morning, “Our greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.” My thoughts were all over the place, and this exercise brought me some peace. The darkrooms in the halls of Maria High School and in the bowels beneath the basement at Northern Illinois University always brought me great joy. Learn more about The Spiral Notebook here. When I went to find the link to share here, it turned out that darkroom was not a prompt, so I’ll have to try this again sometime when my brain is better equipped to follow directions.