Letting Go...
It’s early in the morning and an overcast sky clothes the sleepy earth. Wisps of mist hang over the skin of the lake like a half-kiss tempted to touch but held back..The waters are inky grey as though reading the sky’s mind.. A chill in the air and a gust of wind as I stand on the bridge that cuts the lake’s vein. Life hasn’t woken up yet , the sun’s only just clambering out of sleep … stray early birds skimmed the skies ..Picture perfect! I couldn’t have held it back any more. I let the kiss go ..and touch.. the waters .. I am letting go …
