Sweet Sanity I remember seeing her as a child, head bent down sun glinting off her reddish-golden strands whispering imagining when suddenly a girl-giggle punctured the sky.
Years later as an adolescent, it’s a cry I hear as the whispering and imagining take on a dark color in her mind. She struggles to stay and face herself.
The sun shines on her bent head today much older a young woman, releasing the whispering the imagining regaining herself understanding, her laughter again decorating the world with the brilliant colors of her soul. ~Juli Cady Ryan