A Moment In Time By Candice Dumont
The clickety-clack of horse hooves tapping the cobblestones in the alleyway below entices me to peel back the drapes, allowing the sun’s brilliant rays to pierce the darkness of our room. My eyes, quickly trying to adjust to the brightness, lock on the majestic silhouettes directly ahead. Oddly, the outlines strike me, as both foreign and familiar—like an old story I’d almost forgotten, but with more detail, begins to come back to me. I open the window.
The smell of camels, horses and exhaust enters and lingers in the air as a fine layer of dust coats my tongue, making my mouth feel dry and gritty. My eyes scan the area below, watching the eclectic characters scurrying back and forth and calling out greetings to one another. Engrossed in the unfolding scene, I am startled when I hear your familiar coo. “Good morning, little one,” I whisper. “Are you ready?”
Spring 2019
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