Sometimes she finds herself gazing away from her laundry, searching the horizon almost believing she will see him walk toward her out of the brightness of the setting sun.
Sometimes she finds herself sitting at a table full of people in a busy restaurant where utensils clatter, tenors sing, waiters bustle, and conversation engulfs. Sipping her coffee she gazes into some portal of time and suddenly she is no longer there, but with him, talking, smiling and laughing, in a similar place on a cold, gray, long ago afternoon.
Sometimes she hears a song and her mind lets her drift where her heart never does to the few hours, those few happy moments when she was with him, and he was with her. She travels back to the place in time where they were finding eight hundred thirty one reasons to stay and trying to forget the one reason they had to go.
Sometimes she might seem far away, but if you could read her mind, you would find she is not really gone, just momentarily transported into a dream that became an extraordinary reality. And though it lasted but a short bit of this eternity the mark it left on her soul before it quickly disappeared back into her dreams, will never fade from her mind's eye.
As quickly as the extraordinary eluded her, you will find that she will drift back to the present, to the party, or the discussion, or the laundry or the television show or any other simple moment in her every day, ordinary life.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Writing Ex12, Writing the First Chapter
Sometimes she finds herself sitting at a table full of people in a busy restaurant where utensils clatter, tenors sing, waiters bustle, and conversation engulfs. Sipping her coffee she gazes into some portal of time and suddenly she is no longer there, but with him, talking, smiling and laughing, in a similar place on a cold, gray, long ago afternoon.
Sometimes she hears a song and her mind lets her drift where her heart never does to the few hours, those few happy moments when she was with him, and he was with her. She travels back to the place in time where they were finding eight hundred thirty one reasons to stay and trying to forget the one reason they had to go.
Sometimes she might seem far away, but if you could read her mind, you would find she is not really gone, just momentarily transported into a dream that became an extraordinary reality. And though it lasted but a short bit of this eternity the mark it left on her soul before it quickly disappeared back into her dreams, will never fade from her mind's eye.
As quickly as the extraordinary eluded her, you will find that she will drift back to the present, to the party, or the discussion, or the laundry or the television show or any other simple moment in her every day, ordinary life.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Writing Ex12, Writing the First Chapter
3 comments:
You are good...
you are sweet!
I could use a good dose of drifting away. . . This gives me such a beautiful mental image of floating on a lake toward the horizon, where sun burns, cold water, whiny babies, and runny noses don't exist!
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