Random Transmission from Reverie's Path
December 28th 2009 02:43
I never forget my safety glasses, the debris when I walk outside makes me nervous. Birds swoop and caw. The dove that roosted in the wild Wisteria has left with her babies. Creaks, pops and crackles jerk me out of my daydreaming. I serve coffee to myself and sit with the junk mail and spirit away to dreaming of talc powdered babies and bedtime stories, sandpits and sprinklers in the yard. The plug from the dam is pulled and I am flooded with a thousand little girls. The walkabout spirits call to me and I cannot ignore their songlines. I wander down paths that lead to paths that lead to paths, I sit crosslegged, let the storms ride over me, then walk towards the sun.
~lily
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