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For Mandi on Glake.
In response to Malorie's Peak Prompt #14 - Happily Ever After.
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The flowers are in full bloom. The spring rains, here anyway, have slackened to let the colors run riot. The last sprinkle was yesterday, and the air today is still light and clear, free of the heady pollen.
It is a perfect day.
Look, there is the sun, shining warmly but not too intensely, riding across a robin's-egg sky. Clouds roam freely, poofy sheep dancing joyfully across the airs.
She shakes out her skirts. She steps forward.
The world is all her stage, and it is her day.
Every living thing holds its breath. She does not breathe, so she holds the world.
In slow anticipation, she puts one bare foot forward.
The fires flare to life.
Beltane dances.
This is the end of things. She comes every year.
In response to Malorie's Peak Prompt #14 - Happily Ever After.
***
The flowers are in full bloom. The spring rains, here anyway, have slackened to let the colors run riot. The last sprinkle was yesterday, and the air today is still light and clear, free of the heady pollen.
It is a perfect day.
Look, there is the sun, shining warmly but not too intensely, riding across a robin's-egg sky. Clouds roam freely, poofy sheep dancing joyfully across the airs.
She shakes out her skirts. She steps forward.
The world is all her stage, and it is her day.
Every living thing holds its breath. She does not breathe, so she holds the world.
In slow anticipation, she puts one bare foot forward.
The fires flare to life.
Beltane dances.
This is the end of things. She comes every year.
