Tuesday, August 4, 2009

before spring

sweat trickles down my spine after a walk to the store. its so hot i reminisce for a cooler place. usually i dread that time of year when winter has passed, spring hasn't quite arrived - its unproductively chilly, brown and seemingly dead. but if you look up. at the trees. there is magic. thin branches twisting, intertwining, dancing upwards like veins promising life. the sun tries to warm in a steely sky...

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