A reflection in the mirror caught her eye.
Once pampered and supple she remembered the intimate feeling she’d had the first time they had been together.Their life was filled with diversity. Without complaint they worked together; comfortable in their relationship.
Fading and weathered, there is a worn and tired look that creeps into the mirror. A feeling that the end was near. A longing for the familiar caress across her fingers.
It’s hard to let go. To move on. With a tender touch and a gentle goodbye, she walked out the door. The old leather garden gloves left behind.
Author of Moon Rising: An Eclectic of Works
We have now all met and through an anonymous draw. We have been paired to produce our interpretation of the piece our partner presented at the inaugural meeting last week.
My partner will be painting her rendition of my work, Letting Go.
I, in turn will pen my thoughts of Carrie Sandstrom's painting I call Deer in the Woods
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life