No matter the season, Estelle always sits in the same spot, on the same bench.
She is ever so in the moment keeping fast the purpose of her outing.
Her daily ritual walk is a grateful blessing.
Without which she would surely die of boredom in her cramped apartment.
Estelle’s sight is slowly diminishing and soon she will only see darkness.
Her daily walks in the great outdoors gives her peace.
She craves for the feel of the sun radiating on her face.
She knows there is life there.
There is hope.
For as long as she can walk, she will find her bench, that familiar, precious anchor in her world of semi light and shadow.
Estelle’s story is one of hope.
What she has lost in vision, she has gained in inner sight.
Hélène Vaillant ©Short Stories