The woman looked out the window at the beautiful, late-autumn day. It wasn’t the lush splendor of early fall, with its gold and russet leaves. Those were fallen, dried and curled into brown wrappers that scratched the pavement’s surface. It was the stark beauty of bare branches etched against a crystalline-blue sky.
Standing there, unapologetically naked, she smiled at the thought that the season resembled her: a mature woman comfortable with her body. She’s not out to flaunt it, but won’t apologize for its imperfections either. She knows someone with a true eye for beauty will find it in her.
Linda Thompson works in Marketing & Communications by day and writes for the pure joy of it by night.