Rising Light
Good Morning
The sun warms the sky and
dark silhouettes become trees.
Small shapes by the road become people huddled together - waiting.
Light shines on sleepy bodies and everything with breath begins to move. Slowly at first. Now quickly.
To school.
To work.
Songs and rushing wind fill the air.
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Archery Owl
Father and Friend
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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I like how this feels like the slow waking up of the world, bit by bit 👏🏾
I especially like this line, "Songs and rushing wind fill the air." Nice job!