Orchard

It wasn’t quite the bonfire I expected, the ground was to wet and winter still held on with its dying grip.

Though smoke was in the air and the sun was burning through the clouds unscripted. With mist on my breath I felt the poison lifted, and together in the orchard we drifted.

I felt like I was finally coming home, after many days in the wilderness hunting demons of the mind. It was time to unwind. Let my guard down and for it to be just fine.

And that was that, just a passing moment on some small gods map. May not of meant much to you but to me, I just for a moment, felt intact.

D Feb 2017

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