Saw a feather in the clouds. Beautiful wisps of white on a perfect Florida blue. Later the rain moved in... Forcing me inside... My house and my head. It was too cramped in there. Too cluttered. Too everything. I needed out.
Walked outside... stood in my yard... head tilted back in an effort to pour the contents out and start anew. Arms open wide, accepting and needy. The sky hugged back. Looked down and saw my feather. It must have fallen when the sky reached down to pick me up.

Melissa, this is beautiful. The words. And the picture.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lexey. I appreciate that.
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ReplyDeletesorry you are going through what seems like tough times. your description of it, well, it sounds like a hard road. i hope things are looking up. that the sky is clearing.
sinceremente,
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