| (February 5, 2003) (8:57am) I really don't have any random thoughts to put here. Everything is heard in whispers now. I remember when I was little, I almost drove a boat over a waterfall... [April 1, 2003] [1:38 PM] Stressed out and happy Tired all the time and coffee deprived |
| Thanks for noticing |
| Thanks for noticing |
| (July 28, 2005 (5:04 PM) 6pm. Sun overhead just enough to make the tree shadows treacherously taller then they really are. Still shinging bright enough to glimmer faintly off the lake, and trace-rain-rivlets of water on stone, left after a brief autumn shower. Yes, it had rained earlier, leaving the ground pleasently moist,but wanting more. More rain, or tears; sweat or blood. Given any of those, it would have slept, content. A subtle breeze rushes by, stirring leaves and waking crickets. It carries the scent of a thousand autumns past; of corn at harvest, roaring bonfires, and the faintest hint of winter. It's a breeze that chills you. A breeze that only traces cold fingers across warm cheeks before disappearing again, leaving only a memory of it's presence. Sitting alone, cold, and shaken, she breathes a hollow sigh. A sigh of no meaning, only reassurance that she is alive and here... |