It has been a long, dark night. It has ended.
With a brave sun glinting on the water and a gentle breeze stroking the daffodils, I pack my things. A notebook of spidery poems. A much fingered rosary of memories. A green acorn brimming with life. A black and white photograph of a smile. A hatful of songs. The key to a heart. A blindfold and a rope. A loaf of crusty new bread, A hunk of sweet mountain cheese. A bottle of companionable red wine.
The air is fragrant with promise. There are new words hidden in the tightly folded new buds. . The strings of my guitar are humming beneath my fingers. The day is rich with chance.
I am following the river.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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