Whenever whimsical storm winds brush the trees, the asphalt wakes up with an assortment of organic trinkets and jewels of various kinds. Today, I picked up a beautiful moss-covered chip of wood still humid from the midnight showers, its velvety shades of silver and green shimmering in all their glory under the morning sun.
Month: November 2016
Dewdrops (Chance Meetings)
(WAND.10) Chance meetings the day the dead are invited to walk the earth. Apparitions, ghosts I swear I’ve seen before. Or is this but a projection, my soul dressed up in pale green velvet stained with bleach —dewdrop tokens from the everyday? I doubt and say: No, a mirage hardly ever presents itself ornamented with such minuscule details.