Indigo

Indigo                 

By John W. Vander Velden

How life changed.  Richard had lost his job.  Downsized, laid off, the words mattered little, the results the same.  His career had ended.  Years of dedication and hard work had, it seemed, modest worth.  Richard found sleep impossible and so he began walking, something that always had cleared his mind. As his mind raced, Richard found himself slowly traveling along a county road, in the wee hours.  Pausing, he looked eastward even as bright pins of light sparkled overhead.  The blackness had begun its surrender.  Night was ending.  On the horizon indigo grew, a small slice between the night’s blackness and the morning’s beginning.  Only a moment…the briefest of time…a shear point.  A time no longer night yet not day.  It was in the indigo Richard now found himself.  One job finished yet surely possibilities remained.  The night’s ending…the glorious star’s fading did not mean all had ceased.  No, the indigo reminded, there was always this place between…between endings and new beginnings.  With indigo Richard had found hope.  

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