The Muse
There it is.
Out of the corner of my half-closed eye comes a flash of light that does not diffuse. It lies arrested before me like a huge puffy cloud.
I wait. My senses adjust.
Then I see them.
Stepping from the clouds like aristocrats returning from the Prince’s ball they come, the heightened thoughts and imaginings, richly attired for the occasion.
Scarcely daring to breathe, I open my notebook and begin to write…
Hope you enjoyed it...Denise
