AZANA STRETCHED AND flexed her fingers. The stiff knots gave in to the familiar exercises. Having woken up soon after the sun for the first time in awhile, she had set the washing out to dry and, in place of the solitude of morning, had brought her sketch pad out to the garden. Spring buds and monarch butterflies filled her paper. Shadows and sunshine and the languid sway of the trees.
Written: 16 April 2016
Inspired: life + Romance of Three Jewels