The still wind of oppurtunity blows. It rustles the leaves and branches of that forgotten oak that two lovers once carved their name. A mist blankets the fauna that have grown wild with expectation. Coming from the north, a dreary raincloud blocks out the sun and erases my shadow. A mist evolves into a downpour. Suddenly, the wind is gone leaving only a silent whimper.
In the moment
September 19, 2010