
A 100-WORD STORY
I think, maybe, it’s our hearts I keep meeting in my dreams. Not as often now as before, but still, they’re curled under a winter’s weight of blankets, not daring to move. Reading by the fire with coffee before the sun rises. Walking through the woods on familiar paths, old stories kicked around like leaves. Sitting on lawn chairs in the back yard before the big storm changed everything. It’s always he who reaches out for her hand, calls for her attention. And she who closes her eyes and breathes it all in — just one more time before I wake.
2 replies on “Sometimes Hearts Need Time to Catch Up”
Oh, this one really touched me, Jen…
Thanks my friend. How are you? Shoot me an email sometime! xoxo