Thoughts From My December Windowsill

This was one of those moments, one of those empty moments people talk about. The inbetween place moments. The point where you give up before. The moment when the God she wasn't sure she trusted anymore came to her aid. Or she sure hoped they did... because she couldn't keep living in this moment. The light of her window glowed yellow against the fresh snow. Everything in the world felt like the naked bush growing parallel to the tall Brick House. The music had somehow hushed to little more than a whisper behind her making the moments emptiness seem to echo back even louder. The void in her chest seemed to reach out for something or someone to dull the ache he had left. She reached out into the air for him. Arms left hanging empty out the window. All the colors seemed muddled now. Muddied by the dam mess of the sky. Snow flakes found their way into her lashes. She didn't blink. Couldn't blink. Couldn't escape this empty moment she found herself in. She sat hypnotized by the shadow her window cast with a lighter hand.