#pad2017

[cobanionsmith]

There Is Nothing New Under the Sun

What has been will be again, except me–I am a new creation.

PAD Day 14 (common saying)

[thescarletribbonproject]

Become a part of something bigger than yourself.... be the voice that may only reach one individual yet could inspire the change we need in this world. @positivelymindfulhiv #positiveaffirmationday #padhiv #pad2017

[aslipoerworedjo]

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[cobanionsmith]

The Last Word

The sad poet wiped her wet eyes since April's last night was so nigh. She wrote one last time-- a poem with rhyme; its last word was simply "goodbye."

[cobanionsmith]

The Smell of Smoke

lingered on his skin long after the fire was out. We burned through the​ night.

PAD 2017 Day 28 (smell)

[cobanionsmith]

Faith

The belief that the last pear muffin will still be there in the morning.

PAD 2017 Day 24 (Faith)

[cobanionsmith]

Last Time, a Nonet

Every time I see her, she seems a little sadder, a little less who she was back then when we chased after who we thought we were meant to be. But here we are, just women, us at last.

PAD 2017 Day 23 (Last _____)

[cobanionsmith]

The North Wind and the Sun

Sun asked North Wind, Hey, wanna make a bet? Word, said Wind. Well, just check out that dude in the coat. Bet you can’t make him take it off faster than me. Fffttt.Watch this. So Wind started blowing, just a little at first. No big deal, but the guy buttoned up his coat. So he blew harder. But the dude, we’ll call him Steve, put up his collar, shoved his hands in his pockets, and actually leaned into Wind. Mad now, Wind let him have it. Dust stung Steve’s eyes, so he pulled down his hat, tucked his hands under his arms, hugging his coat even closer.

All done? Sun asked sweetly. Wind huffed and panted, but grudgingly gave over. Sun started grinning, gently warming the now chilled Steve. You know what happened next, right? Steve relaxed, dropped his hands, put down his collar, even undid a button or two. Rubbing her hands together, Sun really smiled now. Steve unbuttoned the rest. Sun laughed. You know what good ol’ Steve did, right? Took off his coat, slung it over his shoulder, even started whistling as he continued walking, practically skipping, on down the road.

Moral? Make a man think it’s his idea, and he’ll do whatever you want.

PAD 2017 Day 22 (Fables)