The lace curtain rose and fell like a single wing
upon the gentle morning breeze as she sat at her
desk looking out on the serene little valley still shrouded in clouds.
A gentle rain had come in the night, “Camelot” rain she called it, and
the earth, parched from an assault of intense summer heat, seemed to exhale
with relief.
It was unusually quiet, as if time had simply
stopped in place, waiting for humanity to cease its endless disharmony,
withholding that which we all seek more of until we learn to appreciate that
which we have.
She wished for more faith in mankind, but the
years had taught her that knowledge and wisdom were not the same, and that age
could just as easily further ignorance as bring enlightenment.
As patches of clear blue began to weave their way
through the dense gray cover, her hands moved across the keyboard, “A mind
clouded in fear will reject everything unlike itself.”
From the
Five Sentence Fiction prompt “Wisdom.”
