The light drizzle of rain hits the windows with little sound, the rings spreading as each drop hits a puddle. The dark and shadowed sky, the clouds irate, the taste of unsoiled air catches your breath. The flicker of light and the distant rumble announce the storm is nearly here.
My unhappy thoughts, my life of judgment erased, my mind freed. My damaged spirit unchained, these liberties free from all malevolence this place of mystery to all but me, and this solitary heaven were I am just me. My sins, my dreams, my wants and my wishes free of thought.
People packing up there belongings the picnic benches empty, the umbrella’s go up and windows shut, kids scrambling home from the park, the rumbling is closer, my steps on the pavement are leisurely, my face upturned the gentle wind brushes my hair and face.
My body once a vacant shell was only armour to protect an already dented soul know is content to live and heal with a scar.
