Friday, January 02, 2004
The storm is coming.
Looking at the sky, I notice it is darker then the asphalt that I am driving
on.
Birds are silent and the air is still. So quite I can hear the last of the
leaves fall to the ground.
Soggy dead leaves under my feet. Dampen concrete turned to a darker gray, but
not as dark as the sky above.
Looking at the sky, I notice it is darker then the asphalt that I am driving
on.
Birds are silent and the air is still. So quite I can hear the last of the
leaves fall to the ground.
Soggy dead leaves under my feet. Dampen concrete turned to a darker gray, but
not as dark as the sky above.
