Dreams drift in the wind.
Stiches of memories
of friends lost and found
form in her mind
as she stops to view letters
shoveled into a box of sweaters and yarn.
Her life isn't what she expected it to be
when she was a child dancing in her granfather's plum farm
and blowing bubbles into the air
but she knew there are still more adventures that await her
and her journey has just begun.
Story submitted to The Sunday Whirl