• richardagar 15w

    Blue Mountains

    Tears of joy spill over my face as the song reaches its crescendo. It leaves me smiling on my own in this new room of mine that I am only borrowing . I know not what today will bring, nor where it will lead me...
    The room is dark as it is late, or early depending on how you see your half full or half empty cups. This room has a window in the ceiling and at this altitude, the stars, for there are many, shine like clear diamonds on a velvet stage. The wind plays with the trees outside but I am warm and content in this luxurious bed pre warmed for hours awaiting only me. I smile again and again for no particular reason. My mind repeats this chant as I drift off to such a sleep as has been absent for a time beyond measure: thank you, thank you and thank you;
    and the music plays on...

    ©richardagar