March 2011
2 posts
There’s a change hanging in the air.
Pulsing, incessant, boiling to burst. We can’t quite catch sight of it yet, just a mirage off in the nottoodistant future. And from here and now it seems soo far away. Stagnant leaves fallen on unchanging grounds.
But if we look up, up, up past what we think we can see… it’s there.
You can feel it in your bones. Rattling. Shaking and...
