POST CARDS UNSENT by St Léon
POST CARDS UNSENT by St LéonWorld
I write to you,
lost in dance on a steamy NY summers day, smiling from ear to ear as sweat trickles down my face for the first time since the world shut down.
From falling and flying all at the same time
From the first day of a road trip.
From gazing out over a mountain into the vast expanse of the Okanogan Nation forest
From climbing, over and under the Joshua trees,
From playing dress ups on the first sunny day of spring amongst the blooming flowers.
From a effervescent desert sunset dripping in euphoric candy colours,
From the pain of laughing uncontrollably with a sister you never knew you had not bound by blood but love.
From the ripple in the tides,
Salt in my hair as ‘Georgia on my mind’ plays dimly in the background.
I write to you from the art of getting lost and finding life along the way.