I dream an ice cream

[shareaulo]

Days passed by slowly like the dying flames of the ember stones; sometimes you wonder if you can still make sense of the ashes purged by the gust of wind.  Maybe the branches were worth keeping, if only for a while you remember where you got them from.  Then you clamber yourself up to taste the morning dew as you sift through the blanket of fog.

Comments

[tinik_ling]

After reading you entry... I wanna get some ice cream too.