Dear you,

Today I sought refuge at a football field, sat alone in the bleachers and pondered the flag as it waved in the storm. Chuffed by the resilience of its material it was no surprise in her return to stillness. 

It was wet, painfully cold and if not for my longing to be swallowed whole in the absence of warmth I too might have fought nature’s impartial embrace. Worldly things are given so much value it’s easy to forget that stillness is invisible and that sight must be absent pride in order to welcome peace.

Love,
Me