Murmur
It is cold and quiet outside. Ink with a sprinkling of pale glitter.
I made myself a semi-lame supper, got cleaned up, and stuck a shamrock pin in my shirt. Then wandered around a bit here before brewing a cup of coffee and logging on. There is a subdued murmur of traffic drifting up from the highway. Closer, the roads are black and mostly empty.
I feel mostly empty, too.
September 16th, 2008 at 10:46 AM
Thank you.
October 26th, 2008 at 9:07 PM
You’re welcome.