As I walk down the corridor, my steps echoing on the tiled floor, I turn the corner and the echoing stops. Was this in the planning of the building upon its conception? A devised carpeted plan of quiet escape. I can see the door, it is within my grasp, my reach, it is my redeeming salvation, it is my door to freedom. Unable to control my feet, my pace quickens, there is an urgency for me to smell the freshness of the outside, an urgency to feel the air against my skin, the warmth of the sun against my face. My arm extends from my tired frame of an overworked body, hand touches the door, it turns, I push, I walk out into the world. The door shuts, I stand naked, free from all the stress, the headaches, the worries of this week.
7 comments:
Fantastic, Just wish I could do it. My neigbour is already too nosey. Just imagine. Love your Blog. Very nice touch to it.
Awesome picture. Post is superlative. I suddenly feel an urge to rush outside naked and free. If only I could.
Naked. Outside.
Love it.
Even if only metaphorically.
(But better if reality.)
What a wonderful thought - metaphoridally or actual... love the pic!
I find myself now in a similar place. I know there is a door to my freedom - my independence - and a better life - but I am powerless right now to find it. I long to rush free and openly into the world - now if I could just find the damn door and open it so I can walk through...
Thank you sweet Stephen for this post. I really needed it today (even though I am a couple of days behind). Hugs n kisses.
Keep up the good work
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