Water reflects the dark blue skies on the panes of my window,
Its mid-march and the redolence of dank sand makes it difficult for me to curl.
Next day's paper, post exam plans, to-do list; slipping it away; I stretch for my phone; It's 4'o clock.
I schlep towards the granite, push the panes open, bits of water caressing my face, fluttering my eyelids; time halts.
Its mid-march and the redolence of dank sand makes it difficult for me to curl.
Next day's paper, post exam plans, to-do list; slipping it away; I stretch for my phone; It's 4'o clock.
I schlep towards the granite, push the panes open, bits of water caressing my face, fluttering my eyelids; time halts.
