As antiquated as it sounds, I remember the anticipation of the wait.
how beautifully blind we are to ignore the smallest things in us,
How long does one let oneself flounder in this despair? Letting reaction be the norm?
beauty often begins in chaos
Panic gripped my being
Fear clenched my heart.
Timid eyes touched by sadness, enforced by determination, brimming with a quiet strength. Silver grey hair shimmering in the dimpled light.
An indescribable flow of connection, energy and chemistry
An epiphany as prolific as Santa bursting forth from the depths of the pool suddenly