November 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
After a noisy and windy night the leaves perfectly lined-up on the lilac stair.
Outside the window a few hours before, the boughs and branches shivered in anger, as the tempter showed itself with each exhale from inside: the temperature as light hit from headlights on the highway, darkness in the trees. Fear of nature’s unbiased appearance. Temping all those sensitive to its nuanced presence, fear built and builds, created stories and false musings. Last night all was chaos and uncertain flash-forwards to the future.
The present is now and all is calm and in a row.