Days of anxiety…
Bones on the Breeze… Moss in the Trees…
Clinking of ice in a glass…
It is a dark night. A pervasive heaviness is around.
A deep dread…
A soft bang from the cabinet in the other room. The dogs sit and stare silently into the darkness there. They do not bark or growl.
I smell the perfume. Perfume? Not really… Something strange.
Lemons.
The sweet twangy smell of fresh cut lemons. It fills the air and when all other sources have been examined…
I do say Hello…
They are around. All the time… Wisps in the night.
Thank God for them or one would be drawn into a never ending abyss. Lost.
Drowning.
All is not lost… Everyone is not Gone…
Wisps and bumps in the night… Smoke and shadows…
Where she is, it is hard to tell. That is one spirit not to be tied down though…
Lemons.
She loved lemons. In iced tea. In water. She ate them with salt…
She loved lemons… And I love that she is here…