THE MEMORY OF the sea sloshed into her sleep. Turning over, she buried her face into the soft pillows she had piled behind her head.
Streaked with burning stripes of gold, the sky seemed to smile down on her through the long, severe eyes of the windows. Frost outlined the window frame, while floral curves of ice transformed the glass into a painter’s canvas.
Written: 25 Nov 2015
Inspiration: life and lyrics association