she fell through the snow lit sky of Paris. Till she landed
feet first on the frosted rooftops. Till she stood in her
bathing costume. In another world below. She looked up and saw
the sun through the ocean. So far away. Just a little pinprick
in the wintry sky. She was far away now. And to go home was
much further than just up.
This picture just grabbed me and there you have it. I feel I could run with this thought, but not sure. Who knows. Sometimes the little things are much better.