The Colors of Faith

Tuesday 4:22 p.m.

I tie my shoes and go

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I feel my matted hair brush roughly against my forehead

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I stop thinking about what I'm doing and start wondering

I breathe in, I breathe out.

What am I doing here? Am I alone?

I breathe in, I breathe out.

This is the farthest I've ever gone. Have I gone too far?

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I slow and look around the serene wood

I breathe in, I breathe out.

And then I see her, but she does not see me

I breathe in, I breathe out.

to be continued....