A Passing of Time
Of all the stages of my life, this is by far the best. I rest by candlelight, following my breath, wrapped up in silence, but for the ticking of the clock.
A wisp of night breeze teases the curtain, my entire lifetime dances by on the delicate wings of fireflies.
I love the gentle tone in this story. Beautifully crafted, Sharron! And thanks for mentioning me. It’s been so much fun reading and writing “fifties” with you.
The delicateness of life, for sure. It's nice being here a bit. You captured an intimate place, Sharron.