‘The Steady churning of the ceiling fan above me is subtle, but for some reason it heightens my senses. I can hear it, and it is soothing-as are you. A lonely strand of hair is lost-it tickles my eye, but I leave it there…’
I can see you, I really can.
Yesterday I couldn’t, but today-I definitely can
You are a soft, mellow breeze, not cool, but coolish that barely brushes my cheek
You are the pristine air outside, crisp- like new sheets, clean-like a new business shirt, fresh-like a freshly bathed baby, soft yellow and deep blue- the kissing of sun and sky
Clarity- you are so clear, so still, so comfortable in your skin
You have shred a few kilo’s today and you are lighter
The dense, heaviness, of last week and your hazy, wet expression is in hibernation-for now
I saw you then and you were not like you are today-tranquil- almost sleepy-but not so
Oh look, the Butterflies are back! I can see them everywhere, frolicking in the blooms.
The bees, there they are, buzzing around busily eating nectar-I wonder what they talk about. Do they prefer you as you are today? Do they wake up from their beds and hum a song of joy when they see your spectacular sight?
A lonely strand of hair is lost-it tickles my eye, but I leave it there…’
and the birds, what about them? They are often missing when you are grey and you steam up and drop your rain. When you throw out a wind that sends sticks flying, and you roast us all like peanuts in the oven. Today though, they are all here, gossiping happily to one another as they have morning tea-the creatures are loving you today-as am I.
The steady churning of the ceiling fan above me is subtle, but for some reason it is heightening my senses. I can hear it, and it is soothing, as are you. A lonely strand of hair is lost-it tickles my eye, but I leave it there.
My eyes are heavy, everything is so still and sedating-except the birds, they are very noisy, but even they, are sending me away from you and into the restful state of sleep
I see you, I really do-for today
but will you be invisible tomorrow beautiful day?
Is your presence fleeting?
Does it really matter?
Of course, it doesn’t, does it?
For the important thing, is that I see you now-and what a miraculous sight, and what a miraculous feeling.
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It’s simple, honest, and well-written. All the signs of a good writer.