Yes. She indeed felt like Dorothy on tbe yellow brick road. She had a lion, scarecriw and tin man in her life. All were flawed and all kept trying to take her down a red, green and purple road.
There really was no reason to be on the yellow road. The man behind the curtain was of no worth. But she knew she had a path to chose.
She stirred her coffee and looked at the swirls wishing they would guide her. She wanted a north star.
Categories: Culture, photography, society, writing prompt
SMiLes Add A Little
Milky Way To Your
Coffee And Spiral
i Don’t Soar
too High to Land🔥