Saffron Skies

There are bits and pieces of my soul lying around this room. They are scattered like glowing embers from a fire, still burning hot. They are there as reminders, so that no one forgets who I am, my fiereceness, like a roaring cry of acknowledgement.

I'm not covering up my emotions with saffron colored paint. It has the opposite effect, actually, it speaks to my boldness, my sassyness, my fiery spirit.

Even when I close my eyes, I see this orange glow. My churning stomach is orange, my quick hands are yellow, my moist lips are red, and the warmth of my body is breathing from every corner. Like a flame, I dance to my own tune, swaying and sashaying around the room, lost in my own tumble-weed world.

The winds are changing outside.