Saturday morning, delicious coffee smell filling the air. Her hair glistening in the virgin morning sun. Seated at the table she unfolded as every Saturday morning the paper that tore her dreams apart.
The clock shows the seventh hour of the day just after the paper boy has left the paper and his knock at the door.
Headlines flowing through her bright blue eyes like fish through the ocean to her head forming lines and thoughts trying to keep ahead of all In Formation.
War, crime, lies, betrayal, death, darkness, conflict, confrontation, greed more and more
black becomes the colour painting the canvass of her mind. Hostage to all In Formation almost drowning in her tears not only at night. She tries to turn the page heavily loaded it becomes an almost impossible task.
Hands move, time goes by, the cars below her window move down the road giving direction. Her coffee is cold while the sun turns her back fading colours to grey.
Still sitting at the table in her small apartment exhausted from a hard weeks work catching some breath and space from a brutal, crazy world to make ends meet.
Trying to make a living her bright blue eyes staring through the rain washed window.
Her dreams and desires come alive praying for a better life.
Not moved from the table her minutes, hours and mornings are slipping through her fingers leaving her live less.
Suddenly a shattering sound is piercing her ears, her world, injecting fire into her stream of blood.
Shocked she jumps out of her chair investigating the tormented blast that shook her world.
A little canary flew against her window lying motionless on her window sill. She opens the window taking the helpless bird into her caring hands. Hands weathered by wind and storms yet put to good use.
Racing thoughts, her mind in overdrive pushing all the clouds away deciding to take care of the small pretty canary.
She takes it to the local animal shelter and gets involved
in what she always dreamt about – healing and being able to help those in need.
Her bright blue eyes sparkle and shine.
NOW all the colours of the rainbow are the foundation for her painting.
NOW she is not making a living she is MAKING A LIFE.
Are you making a living or a LIFE?