A Space of Change, Embraced
A great whoosh of the air she’d been holding inside. The strong glow up ahead, a blinding, gold light. Forward, the way not the left, not the right. The past, it’s left behind, with all of it’s fright. Breathe in the new scents, the new tastes, hear the sound of the woman’s voice clear, and…
Weakened sunlight through the cloudy dawn gives minimal light to a long, long night and breaks into my mind, a landscape hazy, but showing promise. A seahorse cloud, a darker grey, moves gracefully across the bed of cream colored fluff that is its ocean and is viewed by my tired soul through a window. A gliding, flowing…
What was that? early morning waking and spine still creeping with crawling ants and a nice policeman at the thickly padded door. Waking and wondering at the man inside her kitchen, doing dishes, who was he? this blend of old and new, she’d thought more of old until that odd door swung open. A clean…
The big grey building changes the landscape as I look across the horizon toward the north. In the sky the clouds appear as a fuzzy blanket of dark moving toward the west. Supposedly it rains, for I can see drops in the puddles, though feel nothing hitting my face. The air is a chilly soul…
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