Nerves and jiggles. Here it comes. I’d better sleep; I bet I don’t.
No, I’m fine again. Worries are treading lightly. In control.
Relax.
But.
What if…?
Eight days of work and eyes opened anew. So many people out there lost within the multitude; those unfortunate few. The few keep on expanding; a heartfelt warm welcome to those now landing. This trip will be sung lightly on clouds of confidence.
Glorious hearts dazzle with innocent magnificence.
More months now, a brand new adventure,
Many memories, a Technicolor overture.
Alas, time is moving on,
Leaving me bereft of time for song.
©DJA 2016
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 