The Elegance of her image

A black tender scarf over soft light skin. A black weightless cloak moving along, creating a cool breeze of air as it traverses the clean artificial air of the room. A small figure with thin little fingers emerging from the black sleeve, showing a clean palm well-taken care of, with the knuckles barely visible in a hand that is busy treating the colorful papers used to provide entertainment for them little ones.

Elegantly yet shyly walks through the vast hyper store to bring groceries for cooking, the small hands push the cart around while the thin yet round face switches directions from shelf to shelf searching for the low-fat milk here, or the margarine there, maybe a can of sweet peas and a pack of basmati rice. Her steps upon the white shiny grounds of the store are barely audible, with the small white and blue sneakers moving in a mechanical hasty manner to cover longer distances given her relatively small build. You could almost listen a tap tap tap tap..

Paper bags cover her existence as she struggles for the keys in her shoulder bag, not a purse but a teacher's bag where there is a convenient pocket upfront for the mobile phone and the car's remote. When she finally manages to place her groceries safely into the trunk she gets in the driver's seat, for the seatbelt to rest softly over her shoulder so that she could push the button and start the silent engine. As soon as the car comes out under God's sky she puts on her sunglasses and realizes that she is going home, but not the home she's longing for.

There are very important things missing in the home she's going for now and every afternoon on her way back she remembers that. She struggles her tears but can't help but feel one or two rolling down her cheek as she recalls how much she misses the presence that is now no more, and as she hopes for the return of what is missing sooner than later.

A sentimental being she is, in a city that never sleeps. The night lights that awake the demons inside the residents only awaken the poetic angel inside her. She is always longing for a heavenly feeling that she knows she never experienced but she is sure that it is out there, waiting to be given for her at the right moment. She views everything through her black pretty eyes as a message directly into her emotional web, to be analyzed and then released back into the open air as she dares not hold anything captive, yet she is the one captivated by the sensitivity of her web.

She is a fine elegant young woman. She is gentle and protected from her Creator if He Wills.

She sees the Gulf, she feels the heat, but her image never reaches her eye sight, as she is higher than to care much about herself.

She cares about the whole world!

:)