Contemplation

I am standing at my kitchen window, unaware of the time passing.

Catching the night moon glimpsed on a ravens wing that was ever so fleeting I’m not entirely sure the celestial orb is still suspended above.

My heart can feel the thundering rumble somewhere in the distance and I know the rain is coming, but it has yet to provide even a fanciful drizzle for my eyes to rest upon.

Stifling an unattractive yawn, I flex my toes that have begun to strain from my stance, and noticing the night get a bit softer at the edges, I open the small window.

Leaning forward,  I strain to hear the wind in the attic of the forrest at the pending coronation of a new day.  The slight breeze catches up to me and rustles the curls of my unruly hair.

Inhaling the fresh, dewy scent of the morning, I close the window and retreat to my bedroom, awaiting the night once again.

 

 


#6 writing prompt from 30 Day Writing Challenge combined with a Daily Post prompt

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