the course was ahead.
the road good and open.
the path was optional.
the sky was bright.
the air fresh and exhilarating.
the temperature set so perfectly.
the wind was kind and generous, thoughtful.
no persons transversed.
the birds weren't singing.
the moment of silence was once in a lifetime.
very few understood the nakedness.
wrapped in garment, the priest maintained a look of oblivion.
but he knew.
the wise old townswomen knew.
if something didn't come crashing in, hysteria would.
so it reconvened.
so all was the same.
for the air carried a novelty that wasn't born.
so the same would have to do.
~MissNikkiAnn
