Slow build up. Overnight avalanche. My world became monochrome chilled. Disturbing beauty – only skeletal definition – waymarkers gone.
Ingredients thoughtfully assembled, mixed in meditation, baked golden sweet. Eaten in reverence and remembrance of what she taught me.
Metal studded straps and soft black rubber – feels good. People stare admiringly. “Love your rock-chick wellies,” they say.
Perhaps at last I can see, embrace, enjoy, rejoice, forgive. Perhaps at last it’s all right to be me.
Photograph – long gone golden-haired children. I stop, mine the memories, smile – grateful, happy and a little bit sad.
Mouse and me – eye-to-eye. Panic cowers in the dark corner. I scoop him up and set him free. Calm for now.
Friend sends a timely message. Son texts – he loves his mum. Husband calls for lunch time chat. I see that I am not alone.
Gale-driven onslaught of rain. Tidal rush surges and hurls huge, cliff-blasting waves. I batten down, This too will pass.