Small Stone #26:
Eyes on the road and the whole of the view through the windshield. Patches of bright blue sky married to drifting thunderheads and marshmallow clouds. Surrounded by people in cars, mountains and things man-made. I travel, rubber to road, evenly paced and relaxed.
Eyes drift to hands, stationed on the wheel at 10 & 2, sunlight dances off two thin bands, one on each hand. Old family pieces, new to me...yet completely at home already. I glance and I am full. I am full of family and history and sisterly love. I am full. In the mere moment of shine, I am content.
Nancy
January 26, 2013
2 comments:
How nice that the bands have found a welcoming hand!
Jenclair~ Yes, happy hands!!
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