Photo by Al Clare
Today is . . . light brown and crisp around the edges, crow calls and locusts, warm wood and water, light of feet and heavy of heart. Time is drifting heavily on slow water, hanging in the still air like mist, promise is in the far distance glowing faintly like fireflies in a summer night.
See September 21, 2008 for the genesis of my “today is . . . ” postings.
See September 21, 2008 for the genesis of my “today is . . . ” postings.
1 comment:
Beautiful Erica, as always. I particularly like the last line. Makes me sad, but in a good way.
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