Reaching for Him
The afternoon had been quieter with less work to do compared to the morning. Finally, Tiara had some free time to breathe- relaxing her tensed shoulders. Gliding up the rooftop, she stretched out her muscles as she drew in some fresh air. With all the tension going on with work and probably her mind– she felt refreshed.
"This feels good," she muttered– settling on the bench. She gazes above with her palms set on the chair as she tries to unburden her mind– admiring the clear beautiful blue sky. It's been a long time in a while since she had had time to do what she loved– admiring nature. She didn't even have time for herself not to talk about nature. She thought.
It had been all work, work, and work. She was beginning to sink into the moment when intuitively, thoughts of her mother crept in. She gasped, reaching into her pocket for her phone.