Broken Serenity

The sun shines through the twiggy-trunked trees majestically.

Though the railings are bent and broken, they are still so beautiful as the light hits them the right way.

There’s a path where the brokenness of the roadside brings about new exploration.

I could sit there for hours and breathe in the sun’s love.

I could rest and relax here until the moon replaced the light in the sky.

I belong here sipping my coffee…letting the wind brush through my hair…

Serenity fills my body with life, and the clearness of the world beyond the rails brings me the first bit of peace of my day.

This post was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #157.

© E.M Kingston

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