Transforming the moment


I stood under the trees like a horse, motionless, patient, waiting for the rainstorm to pass. Each added second was a blessing, and the scent of honeysuckle golden in my mouth. I had never realised how I loved this land, wanted to explore it, live in it. Now the living had to end with the strapped–on explosives I was so carefully keeping dry. There was no other way, was there? I would give my death for its transformation. The light played on the wet leaves. I longed for some other way.

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