gentle steps, one after another, on a winter morning. with the dew crunching from beneath the soles and sunlight trumpeting from behind the leaves. it was a new day. and a glorious winter morning to begin.
yet with the silent promises of a new beginning, comes the unfiltered emotions from the days ago. an aching from the past evening that is unshaken.
and the worry, present.
with the sunlight in all her full glory, also comes the fleeting calmness. but only in speedy glances. then she is lost again. serenity that is so often replaced by worry lines and tugging hearts.
a new day is here.
a promise with the sunlight, but also, unsettled dreams from nights before.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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