A promise of something to come later, that’s not quite ready, but you’ve earned it. A gift of sorts, packed in waiting. The contents dictate the longing for, the anticipation of, the expectations of what will be fulfilled when presenting it for an exchange. The end result of negotiation. She knew she’d have to hold this for a long time, but there was no expiration date. It may get tattered along the way, forgotten and tucked away in a box for some rainy day perusal. But there was one stipulation. It can be traded in, only when the time is right for all and the stars are aligned.

*I’m trying a morning writing practice and the past several posts have been from prompts by Peggy Tabor Millin, Clarity Works, Inc. Check her out. Enjoying this and it’s becoming a part of the day I really look forward to!