Woman on Coloured Rock #8

The trivialities of this world led her to solitude. Its coldness had hardened her and she felt far from her truth. In this time alone she gazed at the stars, basked on coloured rock and absorbed it’s warmth unsheltered from the sun, drank from the rivers, sat with lizards, watched the birds and listened to the trees. Here her body softened; softened as she thought no more, just felt.