via Daily Prompt: Unfurl
First thing that came to mind? Ferns and fiddle heads unfurling. I’m that fiddle head, rolled carefully inward, slowly reaching toward sunshine. I miss the colour green and the smell of the forest and ocean, and hugs. I feel so achingly vulnerable right now, and I don’t know how else to put it. I’m so tired and yet no less inspired.
It’s been an interesting balancing act these past few months. I am really looking forward to having a restful weekend, where “I must get up!!!” is not part of my morning mantra and instead I get to lie on the floor and giggle back at a pair of warm brown eyes in a furry little face. Also, having time to slow down and click those next pieces into place, hang out with my sister and possibly dunk in the sea. Finding quiet-time without the aid of noise-cancelling headphones will be thrilling, to say the least. I have high hopes 🙂