When the world waits for the mists to rise


Today I woke with heavy bones

Let free a sigh

I drew the blinds

Blinked and rubbed my eyes

I see the blanket of a heavy mist

It walks the hills and wraps the world.

The morning voices of birds, muffled.

They sat and sulked

Their wings encrusted in hefty dew

 

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Learning to feel by writing those things that cause my eyes to linger, my mind to wander, and my heart to quicken.


An Ordinary Tech Life
An Ordinary Tech Life

A semi regular commentary on living in a 'New Normal", technology dependent world that hope will be inherited by others.

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