Previous entry....Next entry

2003-08-09 - 2:46 a.m.

Two am close

Two parallel lines, thin and intangibal, like strands of a spider's web. They slowly glide down, the way paper falls -- sporadically, converging and criss-crossing, slowly falling to the ground and then disappearing. Then, the sky explodes with color. Auroa borelias in this part of the country?

Mail
The Past
Diaryland