Reaching out to the dead. This is a perfect night for listening to the rain. There is nothing worth watching on television, which is sometimes my refuge from reality, so I … Continue reading Waiting for a sign from the unknown
There was a time
The heavy clouds refuse to give up the content of their character. The lawn is brown dead.
Birds of the hexagon
The thundering rain is now a gentle rain. The birds stayed away from the thunder. Today they came back, dining in the gentle rain in the hallowed hexagon.