The Remaining Loveliness

I dreamt of a beach unlike any we have in the South. This is my attempt to capture what I saw.

    

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Juniper Jade woke up feeling drained, used, and a little afraid. Not the fear of horror films or roller-coasters, the fear that gripps the soul and whispers, "Nothing is ever going to change for the better."

Pain with no gain. The long drawn-out sagas without resolution. Hopes deferred,  indefinitely...

Like a cold dark winter void of the purity of a fresh snowfall. Constantly overcast without the release of refreshment, the days are only dreary and accompanied by a wind that cuts to the bone and wips over the barroness of the land.

The subtle dread of tomorrow against a drab landscape evokes melancholy but not desperation, causing passions to settle into the monotonous. Past delights become tedious and sadness fades to numbness.

Just as lethargy prevails there comes a day when she sees the loveliness in what remains. 

A chilly, stoney beach with it's gloomy skies and murky waters suddenly seem rich with a mysterious beauty. This change of perspective is hardly a ray of sunshine but rather a slightly altered slant. 

Midnight dark starlings swop down by the sea shore to alight on driftwood blackened by algae. The once bitter breeze stimulates as waves roll in over the cobble revealing the varied shades of pebble.

Deepness is her reward and authenticity her companions. At winter's torpid end when all is rendered away and before any chance of florescence; she is able to perceive the resplendence that endured. 

 Nadir has it's gain. 

Juniper's upended nature climaxes at her refrain. Precious evergreens don't culminate for a moment but withstand the brumal to obtain the crown of life. 

The plight she once wished to escape, she has learned to adore. Such a reward shall never be stolen away.