heavenly_body39 60F
740 posts
3/22/2006 8:27 am

I look for grace in my heavenly sky this gray morning and feel its absence like a dead weight.

Two steps forward, one step back. Like scrambling up the tall sand dunes at the Great Lake where I grew up I feel like I'm moving in slow motion. Up to the top to run down the slope, my hair flying behind me like a blonde flag. Eyes wide, bright,
smile reaching my cheeks in a delightful open mouthed laugh...

and then back up the dune, slowly. The nights are the hardest. You all know how this is, the avoiding the empty bed in a foolish attempt to avoid its truth.

I await the sun eagerly.

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