For as long as the drought lasted she sat atop the lonesome hill surrounded by mishandled dusted fields, in the company of silence. she turned her aching spirit just enough to see a light along the horizon, embracing her with possibilities. pain erodes our shelter from unpleasant winds, and just as quickly - storms carry love that replace the damage done. and so then, in the company of song, she danced towards the storm, leaving ache alone atop the lonesome hill.
(mood study for character of forthcoming novel)