[open] time for a new start - all

[Solace]

Politics rarely crosses Solace's mind in these wonderfully languid days of her retirement. Her time was consumed by the horde of children and grandchildren who called the tropics of The West home, and she would not have had it any other way. 

She made a point not to have it any other way.

But on this day, the rumor of something draws her from her retreat and into the sky. Warm thermals lift the winged mare, and with practiced ease she harnesses them. The warmth of the sun on her outreached wings and the giddying height infuse her with an with a particular energy that only flight had ever given her, and she he savors the pull of the wind as it combs back her mane and tail like streaming banners.

She circles high above her home; she sees her brother standing next to the flower-queen, and those that gather to watch him, and she smiles.

S

olace

    we're reeling through an endless fall
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was