It's not quite me, but you might enjoy it anyway..
http://pureslush.webs.com/nearingthesolstice.htm
loved the ending especially, it feels correct, too. a dense, intensely felt atmosphere, i was right there with you. great piece, susan.
Beautiful writing, as if etched. It seems to belong on its page. Lovely read.
I think this has got you all over it, even if not "you" you. Beautifully composed, lush, and so alive. I love that this one found a home at Pure Slush.
"She wondered if the dust was the dust of troubled souls. It seemed to rest most heavily on the windowsills. She pictured souls poised at the windows looking for an escape route." --I loved this idea especially, Susan. A gentle, lovely vignette, even with its suggestive undertone of more to come. Nicely imagined--well done.
Thanks so much everybody who read it or wrote here or both. I've got a sore throat and fever, thus no Thanksgiving this year. Boo hoo for me. Your sweetness here is hugely cheering.
No turkey, but turkey soup ought to help, Susan. Feel better.
Ha ha ... the title of this post cracked me up!
Loved it, Susan!