Hello darlings, how are you all?
I’ve missed being here, and it has been a hectic couple of weeks, let me tell you.
I fear I’ve not done this week’s prompt justice, but then, you’ll have to decide for yourselves. I was afraid of writing the same thing as everyone else and so I intentionally ignored the picture itself and instead went for the metaphor — as in, I metaphor breakfast, she had the Eggs Benedict and I had some pancakes.
So, be gentle, darlings — I’m out of practice.
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This week’s photo is by Claire Fuller, and it’s fantastic. Had I been in a poetical mood I might have written something romantic (and by romantic I mean Romantic Literature-like… not kissy kissy romantic).
Look at her.
Barely forty; not seventy.
She just sits in that chair, watching TV, never doing anything.
She could be travelling, seeing the world, going on vacations. And it’s not about the money. She’s got money. She goes to work every day, collects her paycheck, never spending any of it.
Instead, she just sits there like a stone gathering moss.
Well, not me. I’m going to follow my heart.
I’m leaving this place. My heart’s not here, and so I’m going to find where it lies.
They say home is where the heart is, but I’ve no direction home.