The Summertime Mind

"Up"

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I stepped onto the elevator with  no sense of where I wanted to go.

Down seemed to be condemning at  the same it beckoned me from the treacherous depths of my mind.

But Up still held the slightest of hold within my heart.

I feared down, but up was slowly slipping from my weak grasp.

Knowing my fate was already pre-determined, my nimble fingers hovered over the pitiful unlighted arrow that summoned me to the shadows.

It was then that he strode into the small wooden elevator shaft.

His cologne hung in the air like a new spring, long awaited after a harsh winter.

I could feel his innocent eyes flicker to my 'anything but' appearance and hear his lips compress as he swallowed thickly.

Slowly, almost painfully, he extended his un-tainted hand past my still stiff one and defiantly pressed the arrow pointing towards salvation.

"Going up?" he asked with such cursory I almost let out a laugh.

I could feel  my grasp strengthen as I nodded my head ever so slightly.

I leaned against the aged elevator railing and my turned my face away from him as my lips gradually turned "up".