Sometimes, she felt a yearning for something she didn’t quite understand. It was the feeling of floating in a lake, eyes closed to the blazing sun. It was the feeling of standing outside on the longest night of winter, watching the stars through her misted breath. It was the sound of laughter and the sound of tears, the peace of understanding and the pain of conflict. It was in the music around her, the joyous and the melancholy, the soaring heights and perilous lows. It was in her wildest dreams and even stranger reality. It was something she knew, and something she didn’t; she felt it deeply, this yearning for something, something, something.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020