easy breezy;

The weather is light. Light as a feather, light like my wings. Oh, she should really come outside today. There is no way she won’t see, once she looks up. Looks out the window. At last. She will see how blue the sky is. She will know how warm the sunlight could be, applied like powder to her cheekbones. How gentle the wind should feel, running along the lines of her neck before embracing her hair. Adding a much flimsier sweep to her gait.

Yes, today she will come.

And I will wait for her where the cornflowers grow, in the field where the goats are grazing. She won't be fooled into thinking of it as fallow. Lark nests scattered like hidden nuggets everywhere, so I'll lead her step till the end. Through the grass that's so much greener - near the edge of the forest. From there, the river isn’t far away. I’ve always wanted to show her the river.

Perhaps I'll wait for her by the riverside instead.