A cramped space this. I need to stretch, feel the earth under my feet. A little less talk and a little more quiet.
Thriving in closed spaces, you’ve mastered the art of contorting yourself, being stashed away.
The air is mine own. My mind lifts off- a sailboat in flight, the air my water, the water grounding me and the earth a vast expanse of ocean I float on.
You and I see the same road.
You are intent; and I never really look.
When did I begin to speak a different language?
Your eyes unseeing, uncomprehending, a thousand miles away.
Your every word, every drawn breath, every expelled curse- so easy to understand, mired in the world.
I surged ahead, wanting nothing.
And yet, here we are.
You lead, your eyes on the road.
I follow. My eyes also on the road.
The darkness is complete till dawn breaks.
The sky bursts. Clouds scud across the palette. Tints shifting settling into a golden hue.
Let us stop here and confront each other in enforced silence.
After breakfast at this lovely place, things will seem a little less intense, our bellies warm with pancakes, omelettes, buttered toast and hot coffee.
Priceless Joy Thank you for hosting this challenge. I’ve missed your challenges, missed writing and it feels great to be back and alive once again. Footy and Foodie, thank you for the photograph.