story 294. alone.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

sitting in the heavy stillness

of this too warm

summer's night.

house finally quiet.

silent, silence.

a tiny sliver of the day.

words,

the right words

are not near.

watching days slide by.

29/11/2011 11:00:48 PM | flights of fancy, it starts & ends with family

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story 293. bloomed. my perennial favourite, bloomed. velvet petals, wilful scent. borrowed from a garden along the footpath. dos gardenia. now sitting quietly on the kitchen window sill.

story 295. the moment before. often it's the moment before the moment that's the most interesting to me. {photo of heavy morning fog high on Cradle Mountain Overland Track, February 2009.}

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