What if I told you this is who I am now. Would you be afraid? Did you not already notice how my words spring around on my tongue. What is light? Can you offer me some of yours and I will give you the penny with my thoughts tied in a bow. Sometimes I only shine in corners like a quarter. No one likes to dig through things to find me. It is work – count the days until Spring, tidy up places, and wish a person well before the next storm.
It is coming! We stroll with polite faces until told tomorrow there will be wind. Overcast. A little rain is coming yet I’m ready with my umbrella and boots. What If I told you this is who I am now.