A Gentle Touch of Straw

The golden morning light rested softly across the stalks around me. I paused, feeling an unexpected pulse of quiet warmth in my fingers. Carefully uncurling my clasped hands, I reached down toward the dry straw beneath my knees. As my fingertips gently pressed against a pale, brittle stalk, it snapped with a crisp, subtle click. I really can move on my own. I rested my hand back against my skirt, steady and quietly amazed. #Iam #Iamanette #Iamveronikanette @veronika.anette @veronika_anetta_szcsmolnr_mack