Wood’n’Rose

Hidden corners were searched, nooks & crannies investigated.

It seemed when getting close the fragments of an idea are propelled away, as if by some opposing magnet. That’s how thoughts respond when overwhelmed by vigorous pursuit. She needed to still her mind. Silence the stampeding images vying for her attention.

Beyond the kaleidoscope of images was the stillness of a window’s prospect...a cooling sense of promise...peace, and rest. It sounded like a sigh of relief. Smelt faintly of fallen rose petals collecting on a cedar floor.

Ahhh, yes. Now she remembers, & turns to address the room. Her quietly confident smile promised a solution. 

Wood’n’Rose