Lightly...

 Sitting listening to
the snow fall there is nothing
but quiet and peace.

 

Thirty days hath September...

I seem to have missed most of them here.

Today is drizzly and gray and quiet.
A perfect day to stay inside and read.
So I will.
Finishing "The Girl on the Train".
It's so-so. I'm guessing the movie would be
very much like the one with Ben Affleck
whose wife went missing.
Matt Damon would have done it better. 


ed: Finished the book. The ending made it worthwhile.

Slow rain...

Three days like this. slow rain.
blanket gray sky. still air.
dull light.
and slow rain.

you must look for it on purpose.
no announcing rumble or
flashing light blades. only slow rain.

slow rain does not fall in drops, it seems.
but a veil of wet that lays itself
silently, softly across the outside world then gathers
tiny pellets that roll, slide
and dangle off all edges

slipping to the ground below.
slow drip...slow drip...slow drip.

all day. through the night.
slow rain.

Synapse...

quiet is not
silence.
I miss the
quiet
most of all.