Rebecca Wagner

Seeds of Change

The trickle of last night's rain melted into the streets of an awakening city. Reaching for a copper mug of water on the nightstand, I drank it in one gulp. The single arched window in the room was closed and the wooden latch was open. My feet floated against the icy floor. I cracked the window open, casting muted shades of light into the blackness as the cold from the day filled the room.