Her hair is fluttering in the air, dark burgundy, long and natural coils. This woman’s laughter refreshing the aura around them. The longing to catch up and grasp hold of her grows more intense.
But she is running. She is running away from him in this dream. Giggling playfully, but running in slow motion.
He realizes, while his vision adjusted to a panoramic view, that she ran naked on a clay path in a pecan orchard. Now, why would she do that? He is a homebody and open spaces he loves, but not the heat. Never the heat from the sun.
Then, he begins to run after this dark wine-colored hair beauty though he has yet to see her face. In all this, he has not set eyes on her chin, cheeks, eyes, or even connect to her soul.
This is dedicated to my special someone.
This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in January 2021 (C)
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