There are days when the tragedy of life is too great to bear
When win some, lose some just won’t cut the mustard.
Winsome-wearied, weathered and worn
She hailed a taxi.
Time to get the hell out of this hateful hole
Before it swallowed her whole.
Bright skies before her, burning sun
Radiant beauty of migrant birds in flight-heading for a warmer winter shore.
Leaving was the answer of this she was sure.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This painting from Artistic Interpretations at imaginary garden with real toads. I think this one reminds me of the place she was leaving.