The dew was still wet on the grassy field, but here, under the trees, the carpet of pine needles was soft and dry. She had woken up before the sun and watched the light change from colorless dark to blue grey to soft pink; she continued to gaze in wonder as the endless greens of the leaves appeared and intensified.
Her world had gone from black to technicolor; every morning it was the same. She wrapped her arms around her own shoulders in an effort to warm herself; the weak morning sun did not have any heat in it yet. Smiling, she began to walk back home.
It was enough to have light.
© 2010 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Seed beads, crystals, freshwater pearls. Hand fabricated. Beaded beads based on a pattern by Bead Origami.
