Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Without sight her waning memories began to flood her vision. A smile crept upon her face but was hidden by the shadows of night. How long had it been, did our absence change us, on and on questions of what once was crossed her lips, always ending with “Could it really be?”
The chill of the night penetrated the shroud of covers and without warning a shiver. “Oh please say it is so,” came the plea for truth. The silent thoughts of bondage that had been evoked, of a distance each had imposed and then the question came again, “Could it really be?”
Can it be that my true love will find their way out of the darkness? Can once more no distance separate us? Her heart pulsed with the thought of this returning love, so much so, sleep eluded her.
The morning came: the newsmen held fast to their evening report and with the sun came a smile to be seen by all. Her long lost love would make their triumph return.
Her bondage would be unbound, the distance would be span and together they soon would be and her true love?
If you follow me at all you know of what I speak. You know of what true love makes my heart skip a beat and yes thanks to the local weatherman is returning.
My Flip Flops. By this weekend I should be able to shed the bondage of wool socks and set these puppies free. Why, right now my little piggy's are wiggling a happy dance and singing, “Wee, wee, wee.”
Before I go though, I have a cause to pass on. Rachel Harrie over at Rachel Writes has started a new blog for Japan. Write Hope is the new site please click over and join what she is doing.
Talli Roland has information on Authors for Japan. Both worthy of a look see.
So I leave you this wonderful hump day dreaming of shedding my wool socks and dusting off my flip flops.
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