Renewal
I’m in water up to my neck, by a shoreline populated by a dozen women sitting on rocks rounded by ages of crashing waves. It’s late in the evening, and the moon is full in the dark blue sky.
The women are all semi-naked. Some are tucked in blankets, others in weird, see-thru plastic habits. They talk with low voices. They are having a concerned and emotional conversation about existence and change.
The women suddenly set fire to their hair, all at the same time. Their filaments burn and their scalps light up like torches, but they are still calm. They now start talking louder, almost screaming, about metamorphosis and change, about becoming something else. They start to laugh and cry and fall over in excitement and wonder.
I feel embarrassed and I wake up.
this story came from a glimpse ° no thoughts