No I haven’t fallen off the edge of the blogosphere. I have actually been trying to write on a regular basis (even if it just means for a few hours per week) so anything else — blog writing or journaling — has fallen by the wayside.
I only like to share things that are finished pieces on my blog, but here is something from a longer piece I’ve been working on. Let me know what you think!
It’s a sweltering summer day. A young woman holds a little boy in her arms. He can’t be more than two or three years old. She’s wearing a white summer cotton yukata (summer kimono) with traditional dark blue floral patterns all over it. Her skin smells fresh from her morning wash, the small droplets of water still sprinkled like dew along her forearms. Her hair is pulled back neatly with just a few wisps framing her young face. She approaches a house, where an old man sits in front smoking a pipe. The little boy, rosy-checked from his morning scrubbing, snuggles into the warmth of his mother despite the heat. She is his world. Only she can keep him safe.
The dream always ends in a flash of light.