by Sue Trollip
Outside your front door is a pond with misty sunrises and bloodied sunsets. Already the ducklings are waddling and the snakes are making S bends in the grass. Spring dangles brighter and warmer each day.
The morning mist settles in your work brain, lifting only on the drive home. You breath. Air minus the ducts, light without bulbs, noise that is not white. You wonder where your path is leading and why sometimes it’s an autobahn and others a country lane. Your inner toddler asks ‘Are we there yet?’ but your adult self has no answer.
Bucking the circle of frustration you drive to the lake. Unlike Narcissus you take in the reality. Then you look at the clouds congealing on the blue mountains and smile. Your path ahead is steep so you begin to prepare for the summit. Fastening your seat-belt you slowly raise your hands. Whoohoo!
Photograph ©Dawn Miller