Painting by Van Gogh
Her mind collided with confusion, then wilted under strains of faintest music. She steadied herself for air and read the paper creased with worry lines and self-doubt. She feels like a stranded ship as she carries the weight of toddler strapped in front of her chest, and a backpack. She had journeyed the last miles with the world on her shoulders.
At the distance, she can see the blue-tiled slope of the buildings and trees surrounding the area. This is what she has come for - haven, a sense of quiet away from red dust streets and smell of burning tires. She inhales the sun's golden light, aroma of crisp air of autumn and serenity of hummingbirds. Relief rains over her tired face and steeps into her cold bones. Warm as father's tight embrace to a prodigal daughter.
fields of yellow and blue
wave, weave and warble with wind
in autumn's dying light
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