Freedom

She stared at her computer re-visiting the vision experienced only a short time ago, house surrounded by water, flowers blooming, lawn chair perched upon a cliff.

The vision was clear, she had seen it on several occasions ?what did it mean? if anything. A mystical vision so different from her world of noisy traffic, city lights and long hours at the computer with no window to see.

Later that day she drove home through traffic seeing only the vision imprinted on her mind, unmovable. Usually a sense of peace came over her soon after entering their driveway; tonight was different, a kind of excitement is what she felt.

They?re dog was waiting happy to see her, patting his head she headed in and greeted her husband with a kiss. Normal things she would do on any given day; today seemed different somehow.

The vision, she could see clearly in her mind and feel how magical it would be.

LETS DO IT!

What he said?

Lets just do it!

Do what?

Move to an island?

The words spilled out her mouth; these few words came with a feeling of freedom; each one released the chains that bound them. All that they needed now was the final key; the one word, which would free the vision, allowing it to spring forth and blossom.

Silence was thick, time immeasurable it felt like hours,  may have only been a few moments.

It came?

Freedom?

Roberta Joehle 2004

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