once in time.
A sun blessed land and a girlhood heart rejoiced in orange blossom fruit and groves of plump olives. Shifting through marigolds in a white cotton dress, pocked with dirt and aquamarine streaks, a provincial girl swore her allegiance to all she could taste and see. When her belly ached from the lack of bread and oil, her choral heart sang softly, not of hunger but of the great bounty resting on high.
once a day.
The sun had balled into the sky, early. It tickled through her pane-less window, arousing her with the freshness of early morning. She woke with the joy of the living. Springing as the antelope from her makeshift bed; she smoothed the wrinkles out of her white shift with her golden palms and breathed.
once in walk.
Terraced slopes dotted with wildflowers and sienna rocks brighten the moment she swung her ramshackle hut door open. The trill of her voice warmed the travelling clouds; looking to the sky she waved a morning greeting. She sighed deeply and in turn sucked up the earthly paradise through her aquiline nostrils. Today the unexplored path that held her future would reveal itself. She believed.