I wondered what it might be to be that last woman.
Still standing.
Standing so absolutely perfectly still.
Brave. Strong. Beautiful.
Just one.
Alone…but not lonely.
Free.
Last Woman Standing
Eternal Light
When the air is so thick with morning fog...you can't see what it is you're looking at.
When it's easy to get lost.
When it's quiet.
As the sun rises.
I meet her gaze.
Her sheer perfection.
Her utter magnificence.
I bow to her eternal light.
Color of Silence
The softest color.
The fullest color.
The color that reflects all wavelengths of visible light.
The color of winter snow.
The color of summer clouds.
The color that speaks loudest to empty and full.
The color that echoes the silence.