A few words inspired by this week's picture at Magpie Tales. Thank you Tess.
Beyond the glass the bustling street flickers. People rushing here and there. Horns, sirens, shouts.
Surrounding her, laughter, clinking of spoons, hiss of the coffee machine, the pop of a cork, chatter.
She sits before her machine, fingers poised, mind franticly searching for something, anything. A sip of red wine.
The pandemonium subsides. Bit by bit, then silence.
Among the swaying trees, she walks in and out of golden sunrays. Above, a fluttering white dove settles on a branch and watches her pass. In the distance, the rush of a busy stream is the only sound she hears. She sits amid the daisies and butterfly settles on her open palm.
The sound of breaking glass. At her feet, a pool of red wine. The cacophony resumes. She folds her machine and walks away, smiling. Another chapter of her life completed.
Photo: Gerrit Photography.