Theres always a thick breeze that settles over the smooth hills. Greens from yellow to brown distinguish the neat rows that follow the curve of the land, rather than order. The wonderful scene also comes with a price as the wind carries an appalling scent. Cool, crisp air stings at the end with ice and manure. The folly of bite with bile is tolerable over the arrangement of colors and patterns. The unspoken words still flow like ghosts, barely audible in their ears. Her eyes close for a moment, longer than a blink, still enough to remain balanced. Exhaustion is deep in her bones. He speaks her thoughts almost verbatim. It has only been fall for a few weeks and the atmosphere is hardly tolerable. Her heart skips and beats out of touch with herself. For a fleeting moment, she understands what wasn't said and continues on. It isn't worth living if you cannot have a spark of love in your heart. The joy that runs through veins, the willpower to keep going, the desire that keeps your body erect. Why keep sprinting if you hate to run? Despite advice there is only one choice to make and no one can make it but for themselves. Her sigh is quiet, but observed. Support, unconditional love, and small acts of kindness. That is offered and given. There is calm in her soul. It does not matter what he chooses because she is remaining on her path. The goals were determined long ago and put off until the world just seemed right. This is her time. The timepiece has been held back for far too long. The gears long to turn, regaining the motions to allow momentum to propel forward, always steady. To be unmoved in a way, unharmed by another persons choices, is freeing. It lingers all day, pulsing through her body, pushing her to lay down dreams to reality. Her luck grows and she seizes several opportunities. Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent confident? She pauses to assess. Her words spill out in a flurry of contradictory passages, each with a fading edge that proves what she already knows. I don't think I am confident. I should be. A number of thoughts pass through her lips before she regains her confidence. Yes. I am sure. And, it proves to be so. A tightening remains in her neck and legs, holding on to the physical world when the dreams take over in the night. She continues on, searching for energy and finding her bucket has been swiped clean ten times over. Still, she finds time to send her love where it is needed, waiting patiently for a response that remains mute.
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