The New YearSarah was glad to be back home. The days she'd spent with her father and step-mother had been pleasant, but there was something about being in a place which was wholly hers that just made everything seem right. She'd missed seeing Toby...He'd gone to spend Christmas with some friends out west. It had been strange, celebrating with just the three of them.More Like This
Either way, upon returning to Maine, her soul had shaken a bit of the dust off. It was always that way when she visited the old Victorian of her childhood. Granted, there was something about the wildness of Maine's woods which stirred memories of long ago, as well...The places she kept locked away in her heart. But, one set of memories made her heart ache, the other made it soar.
Sitting in her small living room, she looked out into the softly falling snow. It looked so clean, so untouched. New Years Eve deserved snow like that...For once, the moon was bright in the sky as the old year drew silently to a close. Sarah wasn't one for big
forgivenessIf I should die this very momentMore Like This
I wouldn't fear
For I've never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still my heart this moment
Or it might burst
All this time I've loved you
And never known your face
All this time I've missed you
And searched this human race
Here is true peace
Here my heart most calm
Safe in your soul... (Lamb, Gorecki)
Cold white glare noon clouds grey muffled wind sound tongue stuck to the roof of the mouth no words to say no words come out why won't they...
She squints against the glare, diffuse light piercing to the back of her brain. Sticky wet underfoot clings as she walks, the path familiar even disguised in robes of winter. The river: there. The bridge: there. No grassy field now, only unbroken white. It has stopped falling from the sky only for a breath, and she, suffocated for once by warmth and love of family, had ventured out to be l
To Forgive is DivineIt had stopped snowing at last and the goblins had finally gone home. Sarah smiled at the carnage they had left in her back yard. Footprints in all shapes and sizes marred the perfect white expanse of snow. The scratches in the crust from the formation of snowballs were like hieroglyphs that no one could read. Sarah laughed and touched the nose of the snow-goblin they had built together. She liked her visitors, Hoggle and the goblins were wonderful at cheering her up when she felt homesick, Ludo was an excellent teddy bear surrogate, and there was not a better Scrabble opponent in the world than Sir Didymus. But something was missing.More Like This
The wind kicked up, swirling the loose snowflakes through the air, catching the sun like glitter. Sarah shut her eyes to it and adjusted her hat. She gripped the collar of her coat tightly around her neck and headed towards the copse of trees behind her lawn.