I saw a sky today. Not the same one I see everyday. This one was special.
Streaks of purple splashed with muted blues, shadows of gray clouds laced with black.
The clouds curved and snaked like a river toward a destination unknown.
As much in motion as it was still, mesmerizing, enticing and ominous all at the same time.
The sky rolled up and over a hill and in the distance two trees stood like soldiers, guarding.
What? I do not know.
Yet, I want to.
If it were not for the road that lay under the sky I should think that this may be a heaven of sorts.
The beauty of the sky, the sentinel trees.
The road, a black snake winding away to parts unknown. A scar upon the landscape or an invitation of hope?
Where does it lead? Was there a proverbial fork in the road somewhere in the distance or did it end in heartbreak and sorrow?
Did it lead to adventure, wishes and dreams?
I shall wonder and see if the days ahead wash it from my memory or if it remains and I decide to follow it.
Welcome back, dear Bushman. What an incredible re-entry piece of writing. I'm travelling down that road, sky a little grayer these days, but wishes and dreams still strong. I feel the pull, to press the gas, and fly over the crest into the unknown. "Why not," she said, "What else was there to do."
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Cheers, with joy and happiness, Jenny
Good to hear from you! It's been a long time. That sky will lead you wherever you want to go.
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