The World through an Umbrella
She walked the streets of a world new to her, striding through paths her feet enjoyed yet dreaded.
“Where’s the sun?” she wondered.
It’s gone for the day, came the answer in the sound drip drop drip drop on her shield.
"No matter," she thought to herself. "I'm safe here."
Then came the voice of a man she had met in a novel. "Is that what you want? To be safe?"
She lifted her head up and looked at the half trees around her. She could see the dangers falling right before her eyes but not daring to touch her. She stepped upon them with ease, not slowing down toward her destination.
She looked up, toward heaven, yet all she could see was shadows ... shadows of a world she once knew. The man's voice sounded in her ears again, only this time, it said nothing. It just chose to linger.
She moved to her destination with quicker steps. She was safe there.
On her way home, to the place where she was safest, she thought to herself, “Too many dangers."
"Don't worry," a voice, though not the man's voice, said. "You're safe with me."
She shrugged her shoulders and walked with the same quick, steady steps toward what became her next destination. It was cold, but she was safe.
She saw the same trees again. Still in half, the way she left them. But something—perhaps the man's voice, or perhaps her own—made her slow down.
"Is that what I want?" she stopped walking. "To be safe?"
And the next thing she knew, her world was never the same again. The trees were full again, and the birds returned. The sky was there too, only not as blue as often. But no matter, no matter.
"It's dangerous here!" a voice screamed, begging her to come back with it, but she didn’t care anymore. She let go. She stepped on the dangers with the same steady, confident steps of hers. She allowed herself to get wet. Only this time, she was smiling ... she could see things clearly now through her full-of-raindrops glasses.
After all ... she had let go of her umbrella.
July 16th, 2019
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