Love’s on the Horizon
A reset of an exceptional kind
Slowly. As if at a snail’s pace, she pushes her way up. Agonizingly, yet in shattering lockstep, people pushing towards her, tired and weary.
Eye rubbing at last. Head scratching, too. What has happened? Tears are the only elixir to liquefy the delusion. Despair is finally weaker than courage. No more turning a blind eye.