The Flood
The floods are coming to mark an end to my break - to dream days in my terraced cabin. I heed the neighbour's warnings and move on out, lingering on wood-slatted patio - watching the last one leave. Still time, I think, to step back in - still time to gather up my things - my pencils, brushes and notebooks. Still time to float. Feet dangling, I sit on patio edge, dipping my toes into salty-water waves slapping. I'm floating. Copyright owned by Jay Cool Inspired by 'Portraitures & Erasures' by Chiwan Choi. Image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons).