Last breath for evening

        Weight of shoulders are massaged and lifted. Life
is shifting and soon to be opened one more way. To
me, this is the most exciting possibility to experience.

         Ah how I need to just let go, sometimes.
Wanting to get out to look up over into the evening
sky. Not really walking just absorbing the grand
amounts clean air I am allowed.

        Just get outside Miss Mare. Enjoy every breath
Jehovah is giving you.

       So why am I still seated on sofa? Pinching self.
Jumping up and redressing for warmth. Pulling up
the mass mess of braided cinnamon strands.

      Yes evening sky, here I come. Ah the giggling
child inside me is happy one more. So joyful from
eyes to spirit.

       Ah now jetting outside for one last moment of
peace with Jehovah. The senses all are calmed.

      Listening. Opened. Absorbing. A smile creases
the freckled face as I close my eyes to recall the
leaning over a railing. Now I do just that. Hmm.

     I hope the day was eventful for you and the
evening proves to be they way you want it to be.
I hope that your prayers are heard and that you
continue to create more and more. For what I
stumbled across earlier this evening was truly
remarkable. A talent I do not have patience for.
Astonishing, indeed.

     Onward my eyes open. Back up the stairs I go.
Inside I step until the early morning light.