||[Jan. 20th, 2008|08:01 pm]
The white circle haunting its way through skinny, cracked limbs of trees and the smell of frigid ice blowing in the blustery coming of evening. Can't you just imagine the color of wind? Is it animated smokey hands grasping each twig and limb of trees and the chimneys of each house forcing its way across the land? Does it accidentally leap across the open road and slap the side of our car? And what of the pallid moon? Out during the sun's reign as a warning that the Earth moves, another day has been removed and she, the moon, will be queen of dark dreams.