Tuesday, 10 September 2013

The Air is restless Tonight

 I could be floating on an ocean of wind. 
I remember standing in a tall forest, seashell wave sounds came to me as the wind crested the trees. Like some small creature of the kelp forest I gazed up at the branches, the sense of a world above them was strong.
Tonight I feel I am ashore, perhaps in a fibro shack behind the dunes. Or could I be high on a grassy hill. The world has shrunken to my own four walls and the sounds of the ocean of wind.

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