Last night, as I was getting ready to retire, I once again went outside and was transfixed by the silence of the Cyprus skies and the entrancing elegance of the fluffy clouds that floated carelessly across the moon.
I rather fancied that I saw a face with an odd expression, tilted slightly to the side.
Perhaps a sign of sadness or scorn? Or horror at the unhappy way the world has handled this hideous chapter of the book we call Life?
But I stared, nonetheless, and I witnessed the wonder of the universe we have now become used to. In these unusual, unforgettable times, I understand again, that out of tragedy comes trust. I have trusted you, dear friends, with secret snippets of my soul. During the last few months I have honed my love for writing, and I am encouraged by you all to pursue my path, aided by your compliments and comments.
So although my crappy camera is not as high-tech as I would wish, the words I write are as good as I can give. To you. The people that help me see, through your eyes, that there will be a better day.
The moon reminds me that the sun will always rise.
Stay well. Stay safe. Stay sane. One love. Our world will one day be #OpeningUp.
Layne Cain uses the Hashtag #laundrywithlayne
