Sept 27
The sun goes down and down and down The birds flit through the shimmer disappearing in yellow before they emerge on the other side atop blue having explored another dimension in the moment they weren’t in my view.
The sun goes down and down and down no longer sprinkling freckles as it passes over lifted faces. No longer close enough to caress with outstretched fingertips. I don’t have wings to dip me into the shimmer and transport me there and back. I must wait for the sun to come back.
The sun goes down and down and down goosebumps rise as the shimmer fades closing the portal and opening the door for the chill. Last rays flap their wings and peek reaching out their goodbye as swells of clouds swallow them up and someone far away waves their shine Good Morning and the sun rises.
Hi! My name is Alice! 