the clouds fell to earth tonight millions of water droplets swirled around me as i walked, my flashlight capturing their frenzied fluttering white noise against a starless, moonless sky, so this is how it feels to have one’s head in the clouds, dreamlike, catching tiny water daubs on my skin and the tips of my hair and eyelashes, damp, chill, just me and the trees, the crunch of gravel under my feet and the peepers, awake from their winter slumber, singing of spring
the trees have been silent lately but for the occasional moan, pressed to breaking by the wind; the sun, choked by damp drear hasn’t shown his face for weeks; all is gray but, who am i to curse the day, to loathe the rain that swells the creeks and soaks the earth, kissing the roots, the dormant seedling shoots messy, messy life, muddy, red clay paw prints on just mopped floors, no matter, there are cool wet noses to kiss and velvet ears to scratch, and a book collecting dust on my nightstand, it’s crisp pages longing to be caressed, words upon beautiful words whispering, the irony...giving voice to muted trees
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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