The One .

She smiles now at stranger’s faces almost in secret solidarity. A metaphorical high five at each stride away from where you once belonged. It hasn’t been ten thousand steps a day but in deep reflection she realised it’s all about the one . She’s tied her boot laces tight almost as though she’s ready for a fight and  she’s feel like she’s almost died before that first step as her heart looks back . It’s an automatic reflex as her toes twitch and the fallen arches of her feet moan and groan they are not sure about this lark . Neither is she it’s raining and the sun just went behind a cloud but she reaches for that trusty old friend of hers. The rain Mac still pink faded a bit with a hood and pockets and toggles and it’s saying I’ve got your back . She fumbles for door keys and delays by checking the oven is off at least ten times and blows out that healing positive energy infused candle of cedar wood and jasmine her go to for an anxiety fix . She’s torn like an envelope with the inside still left inside but she opens the door and hadn’t realised she’d taken five steps while thinking about just the one .