Latina: Ready for anything
7th August, 2017
In misty woods that smelled of fresh water, flowing in simple shreds through rocks, and veins hustled a furry husky. It blended into the fog, in colours that bled from the curtains that clung to the barks of the trees, almost a veil separating dreams and reality from each other.
Stirring in bed, hair in soft tassels as silken as the sheets; a face that wouldn’t breed envy, but bring comfort to the lost and found, she slept through, the husky jumping in and out of the dream bubbles. As he galloped, so did her chest, sweat soaked, yet so calm. Jostling for attention, a whirring alarm, a sparkling ray through the window panes, and sudden thoughts of impending errands to run. The ground found her feet, and moved it along- back and forth, gently through the chores of decency, a peg in the board of society.
Unkempt waves framed shoulders, gently rubbing against a citrus-y fresh shirt, and a spirit far more refreshing as she walked by the hawkers- a song, a tremble, a hush flew by. She stepped into the cold cemented street, splashes from the rain clinging to the very end of her existence; she wondered how just differently she felt about the rain clinging to her shoes, and sliding away, off her umbrella. C’est la vie. Moments cling on to you when you least need them, and other times, when you’re all about holding yourself up to receive it, they fall apart.
Jostling through competing raindrops, and quite triumphant at the coffee shop, while the elixir that is coffee made its way through her, warming her, a familiar stranger spiked a smile. The eyes seemed familiar, so did the crinkles by the eyes. Yet, the heart no longer seemed to jump out, wanting a caress. While threads that were once woven slipped away, they made new friends in tatters together. Marching on, leaving a trail of unspoken, un-uttered words, she hurriedly juggled the keys, a newspaper, and a dream.
The long windows of the store looked intimidating, stroking a sense of wonder, yet doubting the set of steps to the weary threshold.Big eyes glistened in the reflections from the silverware, the foils, the trench coated young man, and of course, the mirrors on display. Hushing her fears, and a few footsteps ahead, seated the young woman; shoes squeaking with the rain, a mind mumbling many a prayer.
Years rolled by the cheeks; the trench coat bore it all. Unsaid words, fears, the impossibility that once swept by, washed away with the showers. Mosaics of thoughts gave way, a sparkly quietness engulfed the air.
Where once stood an argument, now stood lovers. Where once stood dubiousness, now conviction.
Oblique, the swishes from the wand of destiny.
In stores you find love, and in rains the pain.
In minutes, perfection, and in years, doubts.
A glance, a stare, an arrowed meet;
Toasts to rarity, and its permanence;
C’est la vie.
C’est la vie,
In the unexpected, magic,
In wait, a splinter,
In hope, a life.
C’est la vie.
Husky- An animal totem that believes in the importance of the journey, and not the end in itself. Also using instincts to guide you, and to have a sense of being centered to what is home to you.