I missed home. But where is home? It is where my heart lies, where I can find you always. Where the first light nestles the window glass and altogether witness how the day is about to start. To color my world is to create words, expressions that reveal what I see and perceive. For without it, what am I looking for?
When sensibility and insight embrace me, I realize the calling. You are my true friend, this creative voice who shall remind me to chronicle the changing times: to know what grimacing heat is or to spread the umbrella as heavy rain pours, to glean every falling leaf, and to see the world frost. All these little things are such wisdom to me, shaping my very being.
As my pen starts to scribble, you will always give a spur of the storyline, journeying to endless adventures. However, if you become silent and distant, I find myself in such struggle: to wrestle with words until darkness consumes me.
© Sonia B. SyGaco