They floated silently and slowly from the wistful breeze slipping through the barely opened window. Flower-yellow mixed with pristine whiteness; trimmed at the edges in sky blue. They seemed to savor the sweetness of the honeysuckle roses rising on the trellis beneath the window…filtering the light from the sun’s summer day.
Teeny-tiny dusty things vibrated in the sheen of the sunshine like agitated life-forms; searching for dark shadows in which to hide. There is not much fun at the window anymore. They used to be the welcome in the morning – gave a warmth and feel of a loving hug.
Now they rustle up memories that ended with the midnight moonlight shadowed by a cloud.
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