For Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt.
photo by Ben Lowe via Unsplash
The world seems bright when we are on the roof looking down across the brilliance and purity above the snow line.
The sky seems bright when we are at the bottom of a chasm looking up beyond the black rock to the free air.
Longing for what others have can be enough to break open the prison chrysalis and emerge, spread still sticky wings and fly, casting a shadow that will make the bright, free watchers tremble.
The world seems bright…Absolutely.
Depends who you are and how you look at it.
The perspective’s everything. Apart from status.
🙂