Moody. Human. Recondite.
Penelope was sixteen when she felt the great power that lived inside her. The realization came suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere. It ran…
Curled in a large hammock slung between two eucalyptus trees, Penelope stretched luxuriously in the late afternoon sun.
She thought about her friend the Irishman often. She thought about her Grandpa, Padii as well — they seemed connected somehow.
A Haiku ~
crystal night — frozen
caught in a dream of rainbows
shimmering with light