five thirty-nine, ante meridiem

[ricepaper]

the fluttering of birds at daybreak, sun carried on a flurry of wings, perched on the balcony railing, on the balcony chairs; a pale and lambent light, a warbling song. cardinals, finches, and doves stir but do not unsettle the stillness of early morning, early summer. in these hours, the incipient heat is all gentleness, all soft and humid

Comments

[bahia]

Beautiful!

[ricepaper]

thanks!

[tsumik]

Was thinking about your beautiful words and wanted to drop by and say hello. :)

I'm still out there even though I don't hardly post. :)

[ricepaper]

hello. :)
i'm still here, too, and still alive!
thanks for dropping by. :)