Sunday, November 18, 2007

This secret deposit of exquisite moments.

I walked to town in the wind and the bells, over the small river, through the leaves gusted and gone. I looked for fish sleeping in the cold streams but could not see them for the leaves. When I reached closed doors, I pushed them open and walked through as though I belonged there. Even tucked into my hat I could hear the bells clamor me all the way home.


Blogger Radish King said...

This looks like a very large treble clef sign.

9:56 AM, November 19, 2007  
Blogger Dr. S said...

And so it does! I knew I liked that bridge's curls for a reason.

12:50 PM, November 19, 2007  

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