Apr 3, 2013
hey look, a cloud.
Found this empty plot. Nothing had grown there for some time. With breath of a djinn, I wished life into the soil. Installed voices of the Bard to help with emboldening this once fertile ground's spirit. Only resting; in hiding if you will. Afraid of that cold that always returns on schedule. Looming overhead were clouds as inviting as a newly made bed on an easy morning. One started by the internal clock. "On Your Own Time." That feeling was sanctuary.