Photo Essay: Deep Walking

There was such a wonderful sky tonight. Cocooned in your car, I could not conceive the coming parting. It came swift and unthought—a door opening and closing on a highway; the pull of traffic demanding your attention and drowning out our promises. But, as you disappeared, the suddenly unglazed freshness of the rose-hued sky swept into my senses. I reached up instinctively to embrace it, and it took hold of me instead, making my feet mercurial as I danced homeward, balanced on a godly whim. When I let the road turn me from those caressing clouds, it pointed me to a pure, bright moon, perfect, waiting for me under winter branches, anticipating the dusk. A cool thrill of joy tremored in my spirit and recalled your still, deep presence to me.

Tia Azulay 06Aug89-06Jul10
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