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“My 365” September 6, 2010

September 6, 2010
September 6, 2010

September 6, 2010 -- holding it in

September 6, 2010. 4:59pm PST. ISO 100. Shutter 1/5. Aperture f/18.0. Manual exposure, no flash.

Cool night air moved from window to window in her bedroom, smelling of the ocean. No matter how low the temperature got, she always left the window open. The ocean was a part of her.
It wasn’t that late, yet she was already on her bed. Writing in her journal, listening to the quiet, her pen flowed with words from the heart. Her boy-cat jumped up, and wanted some attention. Rubbing his head, she was grateful for his love. The girl-cat jumped up to snuggle with the boy-cat. The two of them curled up together formed a heart at the foot of her side of the bed.
Not that the other side had any occupants. Her new bed had never been slept in by anyone except herself and her cats.

Her journal forgotten, she wrapped her arms around her knees. The same protective position she’d assumed several times that day. Her life had come somewhat undone as of late. In many areas. Earlier, her friend James had said, “The best part of being where you are is that it’s all better and happier on the climb out of the hole. Character is forged in affliction.” She knew he was correct in many ways, yet the fight to climb out of the hole seemed daunting. She had lost so much, she didn’t know if she had the energy to continue to climb.

One last look at the phone, it remained silent. She reached up, turned out the light. Re-wrapping her arms around her knees, she shifted to look out in the night sky. The moon made her eyes luminous and somehow she seemed more vulnerable. She pulled herself into an even smaller shape. Heart and soul, thoughts and feelings. Nothing was allowed to get free. Only her eyes gave anything away, her face was a mask. She was holding it all in.

The moon continued to shine, the cats continued to sleep, the cool ocean breeze continued to blow.

xo

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2 comments

  1. More beautiful writing, Torie. A peek into your journal perhaps? Very descriptive and evocative.

    Btw, I’m not sure DasBoot can be easily hidden. 😉


  2. I love your writing! More please.
    Theresa



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