Twisted fate of what will come, and things the wind have already blown away with the dance of colorful leaves across the cooling sky. This is what we open our eyes to everyday, wonder of what will be the first focus of sight, or clear thought after the dance of finger tips have counted each lash in a brush of strands of last nights dust swept away.
Breathing in the air of life, and exhaling the breath of lived, did I finally truly admit I had awakened. My empty wagon was filled with whispers, heated under the steam of chilled breaths with fur around bare shoulder. Skin wrapped with fur, Skin upon skin, gifts upon gifts, I suppose I should step out and see.
There was a dance of speckles buzzing around my ear, the girlish giggle was tickling my throat, but the laughter was warm and soft like suckling ones own tongue after a sip of hot broth with lingering pleasures that chased away the cold.
It was like feeling the wet droplets melted under my toes, frozen, painful, and when I thought they would pierce my flesh like sharp blades, is when the burst of liquid flowed and was drank by the wood of the platform. Under my bare feet, in the darkness of the start of the day, the very frosty of its darkness not yet swept away by the light, it was like right then did I realize.
I ran from fate, hid away from myself. The scared child, became a timid young lady, and now, she was a woman. A woman that found understanding in fire. That found meaning in pain, understanding in ashe, and acceptance in its realization.
Now, just have to find its meaning for me.
