Ripples crawl across the grass. Such a delicate moment like glass. “Don’t shatter.” She whispered. Her words a rock. Me, like glass. Her actions deliberate and transparent. She, like glass.
A familiar warmth washes over my skin. My mind grows weary. My soul stretched thin. I feel heavier, a certain kind of full. A wholeness profound. A cleansing of dull. Under my skin there burns a fire. Embraced by its warmth, I am lifted higher.