Breathless
You know those moments before the storm strikes, when everything seems to cease moving. It's like the entire world is holding her very breath in anticipation.
I am existing in one of those transition periods right now, and my breath has caught in my throat. For to the right of me, the dark clouds are gathering together, rolling one on top of the other like a mighty army gathering her troops. Yet, the other half of the sky has split into brilliant sunshine, contrasting her oppositions darkness. They have met, somewhere in between, each fighting to regain once lost space.
Some of us wonder, who was there first before they met in the middle, as if to somehow reconcile the argument by giving the award to the person who first claimed it the sky for their very existence. Yet others of us, stand, our breath in our throats, waiting.....for time no longer exists, only the anticipation of the very outcome, which will somehow determine our future and dictate our pathways - crossing or parting.
It is raining here now, the cool mist floods the sky as the clouds regain once lost places. And I lie here in this field, rain streaming down my face - fate has chosen her path, and I marvel at how different it is from what I expected.
posted by Adventures of a Girl @ 2:37 PM
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