Outside at Dawn
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. We came outside when the sky was already changing colour. I love and hate that. The night feels stolen from ordinary time until daylight arrives and exposes everybody. Suddenly you can see the state of your eyeliner, your shoes, the floor, everybody’s exhausted faces. Tia looked at me and started laughing. I asked why. She said `”your hair.”` I looked at hers. We both stopped criticising.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.