Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Today is Thursday, better known, in some circles as, the-day-we-write-stories-that-have-only-six-sentences-but-in-all-likelihood-exposes-to-those-perceptive-enough-some-part of-our-own-lives-that-even-as-the-writer-may-not-even-be-aware-of Day! aka, Six Sentence Stories, hosted by zoe/ivy! Pull up a chair and enjoy a writer’s version of speed dating.
(for something a little different this week). ‘Grave’
Peace.
The ground, opened with care, to receive earthly remains.
Saying goodbyes, to those who can be seen and heard, by one who may no longer be able to see or be heard.
A change to the most fundamental of things, like the rising and setting of the sun, the love of child and parent, the healthy body falters and fails.
Growing with life, discovering the world and what it can be, adds to what one is, love and hate, family and friends.
Sudden forces of life and air, expulsion from quiet safety.
Peace.