Month: September 2017

September 28th

I walk alone – footsteps – crispy sounds – cold breeze. I turn around. Just leaves…

September 21st

flock of clouds cut in half – sharp sun rays caress the fields after all that rain

September 20th

off the train cascades of long fresh grass and dripping crystal clear dew  

September 19th

on the early train through the window – fields of mist, ghostly horses grazing grass

September 18th

rain pouring, pouring, and I shiver and walk on and shiver