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A Rain-washed Vantage

written by: arjjones

I sit in the hammock of my spirit, strung between good nature and opportunity. I feign comfort and long for solace as the skies tap out a meager rhythm. Somewhere in the salient meanders of rain massaging the face of an open patio door, lies meaning. The cymballike rush of passing cars quickens as time begins to hamper my dreary day lit vigil. There is no eager spark of sun to stave off my rising solemnity. The longer I stay, the heavier I get.... and I sit.

Comments:

Sun, Mar 30, 2008 at 7:30PM

We need days to ourselves, like the one you describe here.

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