Room at the Top

The clouds glide by and wind rushes across my face. The tree tops are below and freedom is above. My soul expands into the blue room and I leave my weight behind. "Ms. Martinel," a voice says. The clouds recede and the trees retreat. The metal window frame limits my world and broken glass crunches … Continue reading Room at the Top

The Mountain Air

I got off the bus and walked slowly up the sleepy street to the diner. I wasn't acclimated to the thin mountain air yet, so I took things slowly. A puff of wind caressed my cheek and stirred my hair. I turned my face into it and closed my eyes as another puff slid across … Continue reading The Mountain Air

When I’m Old

When I’m old, I’ll let my hair grow long and I won’t ever dye it again. I’ll buy a motorcycle. My tresses will be at mid-thigh when I put on my aqua pants and magenta leather jacket. I’ll cram my helmet atop my head and yell, “Weehoo!” as I jump on my bike. I’ll fly … Continue reading When I’m Old

Windows

I tossed the courting clothing on the bed and looked out the window at the garden. It was in the front yard along the avenue. The tips of Bleeding Heart leaves formed curlicues, from which dew hung like shining beads. Do I get dressed and go to the parlor? Or do I do the modern … Continue reading Windows