She delighted in
watching the light as it cast its shadows through the glass building. Off in the distance were snow-capped
mountains. She loved the light here, the
way it played across the skies, and each moment held a different feeling. The wind picked up her hair, and she started to
dance, spinning around and around, arms high, reaching for the sky. Her dance
made her feel and her heart sing; the day became night, the wind ceased, and she was calm.
Lyn opened her
eyes and stared at the white ceiling as she ran her hands over her stomach and
breast and lifted her head slightly to tame her hair to one side. She was dreaming again, the same dream that
came often. When she was awake, she
could close her eyes and conjure different scenes; always, the light played its part along with the land's natural beauty and the place's uniqueness. The only problem for Lyn was she
had to open her eyes, and often, what she saw when she opened her eyes didn’t please
her much. © 2014
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