The ennui of waiting out the healing process. For me, I love how you’ve portrayed this, I felt as though every time I looked out the window the greens of the trees were filling in more and more and the blues from winter were fading and blending. Each more vivid shade colored out the hurt. Amazing write. H 🌷
Thank you so much Honoria for your amazing, beautiful and thoughtful comments .. so greatly appreciated, as is the add to your RL ... humbled and honored