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Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse 
sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul.

I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep, deep woods.  Slanting my eyes just so I try to take a better look.  Before I get to sing  
the first refrain of Jingle Bells, he has gone away. Hidden behind a white spruce filled with gold and silver pixie dust.  The train keeps moving on, secured by fast moving rails that seem to have a destination of their own.
Planting a cold kiss on the glass my voice turns to a whisper, and I feel miles away from my home. The sun is beginning to rise in the North and the dawning sun is infusing me with warmth.  I can feel it dance on my cheek, rousing me slowly from a dreamless long night's sleep. No sun kinks on the rails, just the invisible passengers, the Conductor, and a Pullman porter who is fast asleep in his folding seat.  My spirit roams free on this blessed morning.  The wagon has an almost feel of religiosity attached to it. 
I sense the Conductor long before his shiny black shoes kiss the ground.  " Missy, would you like a cup of warm milk?" But all I see in his toasted big brown hands is a bowl of hot steaming soup with a couple of dumplings. 
We exchange a puzzled look then I take it in my hands and bring it to my hungry mouth.  I sip it slowly.  As the liquid pours down my parched throat, an inkling of memory returns to me.  
I smile for the first time, in my fifteen long years. 

To be continued...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023

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