Shana Pyzik

Hidden Miracles

The sky was crazy today! Swirls of blue intertwined with pale greens, and shades of pink. I was laying on my back in the cool grass. I could feel the leftover morning's dew dampening my cotton shirt. I caught a whiff of the lilac bushes that my gran had planted years before and gently smiled as I watched the clouds change their floating shapes. It had only been three weeks since gran had passed. She was everything to me and now I was all alone. I laid there for the millionth time, next to the babbling creek in her backyard, pondering what my next life move would be, having no money or hope after a grueling couple of weeks of selling off most of gran's life gathered items. The only thing left was the old farmhouse, 15 acres of unused farm land and an old antique dresser that she kept her knitting supplies in.