Thursday, May 09, 2013
a grey day and treasure
A lazy day, and a very grey day. A slow walk along the seafront.
Everything wrapped in fog, dripping trees, the muted murmur of tiny waves lapping at the shore, in the distance voices of other walkers and joggers. The air was almost warm against my skin. And the fragrance of sea and spring was like a caress.
I even found a shipwreck.
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glimpses into a distant world - something elusively magical in those few snatches of life.
grey is the color of truth, because all truths are half-truths in time.
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