it was a path, a road, a way forward

it was not just any other day

yet, in a sense, it could have been



had it been the unusual sunshine

the melodies of the birds

or something in the air



lures material

she now knew empty



she had chosen progress

it had become possible





it was a number, a goal, an ideal

it was not just any other whim

yet, in a sense, how could it be otherwise ?



had it been the many… Continue