6 of swords

I look at the 6 of Swords and I am flight, leaving behind the sorrow…at least for now. I am protected, tucked in close to the swords.

For now my uncle’s death, sharp and close, has faded into the trees below. my own death can be fought off with our swords.

For now my friends tuck me in close, keep me warm, our bird of the swords flying so high that all we can hear is high sound of wind.