There Are Days
Writer, Maggie Francis Lane
June 20, 2017
copyright A Timeless Company, Inc
There are days so novel and new; when the playful sounds of a busy morning awaken my heart, and I feel designed for some meaningful event, plotted for no one but me.
I am poised, like a cheetah, quick and sure footed, and my mind, like a blue sky on the third day of spring, is illuminate and bright.
There are days when I hear the quiet whisper of rain, and the silence of a gray fog like the bowing of a single cello. I lay there, like a kitten on a rug, and my room is still; the curtains lay open, but I shut the world out, pondering life and moments gone from me.
There are days when the air feels like a feathery cloud, dreamy and distant; like I don't belong to myself or the world, and places familiar to me seem strangely different; like I’m wandering through a play as a character; the one I chose to be, but don't recognize.
There are days, like today when colors are neutral, and my feelings are a mix of boredom and peaceful delight, and the senses are blank, like a canvas waiting to be painted.