She was dressed all in black, by coincidence more than intent, but it seemed to make a statement.
The black tank – the one she’d slept in – stood out against her pale shoulders. The dark-as-ink yoga pants, plucked off the drying rack, were at least clean.
A quick look in the mirror confirmed her suspicion: it was obvious she hadn’t showered, but a black ball cap quickly fixed that. Where she was going, the rest – the lack of make-up, the unruly eyebrows – didn’t matter.
As she walked, the trail was peaceful and the sunshine bright. The sun had brought her out while the head-to-toe black allowed her to feel hidden.
Her canine companion paused. Looking back over her shoulder as she waited for him to catch up, she caught a glimpse of hot pink. Just a glimmer, but it was significant. A sign that underneath the darkness there is light, and life, and colour.
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Notes:
- I’m not sure what the point of this post is, but this silly fact filtered through to my anxiety-ridden brain today. It seemed only fair to pay it proper attention by posting about it.
- With thanks to Jessica from It’s My Life for the “glimmer” concept. I read it in her post from Friday, Choosing Happiness, and it stuck with me.
