green, life, nature, writing

quiet

photographed 11/18/19

Quiet.

For the parts of us that are out of sync.

For the parts of us that want to sleep. Sleep deep, and out from the grab of reality. Sleep as long as it takes for acceptance to numb perceptions.

I guess the silent hibernation of a hard cold winter will be here soon enough, but there is a glimpse, a blink, a desperate longing, for something quiet to hold onto.

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etikser

green, life, personal writing, photo, rural, writing

outside the window

Inside, confined, my seat belt tugging. Cool air moving, touching my face. I turn to the right, to the view outside. A wooden fence that went on forever and lush green grass clover countryside.

A light misty rain.

And a fast moving glimpse of today.

[I wasn’t driving, just aimed and clicked.]

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etikser