I visualize the landscape-lonely and forbidding. I wonder where I am this time, within my dream-world. Surely a not pleasant place though it holds a certain mystery. I think of myself, how alone, different, isolated I have always been. Suddenly, I recognize my attraction to the picture. The salt mound or is it sandstone-worn but still surviving, like me. Present, but not seeming to belong there.
Drawing one’s eye, inviting one to explore it, see what it is made of. One would think as their hand ran gently down the surface. Never quite fitting the world it is part of.
beebeesworld 
gregorydyczkowski said,
March 10, 2014 @ 1:59 am
WOW ty greg
rochellewisoff said,
March 10, 2014 @ 8:25 am
Dear Brenda,
It’s good to see you here. Lovely prose, tinged with pain and loneliness. I’m sending the narrator a hug.
Shalom,
Rochelle
beebeesworld said,
March 12, 2014 @ 1:29 am
Thanks, Rochelle, always an honor to have a talented writer like you read my blog. beebee
sustainabilitea said,
March 11, 2014 @ 2:07 am
Brenda, I’m sending a hug, too. Nice to see you again.
janet
Lindy Lee said,
March 11, 2014 @ 1:13 pm
Touches the soul– you’ve condensed the perplexities of our human condition, the pulling of the mental poles in opposite directions; very good use of unexpected, unique metaphor, BeeBee…
patriciaruthsusan said,
March 11, 2014 @ 1:43 pm
A well-written story expressing lonliness. Good descriptions.
lingeringvisions by Dawn said,
March 12, 2014 @ 1:50 am
…and the title is perfect.
beebeesworld said,
March 12, 2014 @ 2:01 am
Thanks for reading my blog and commenting! beebeesworld