rejectomorph (
rejectomorph) wrote2002-06-20 05:03 pm
Spring Out
Last night, the sky was powdered with pale cirrus clouds drifting slowly across the stars. They lingered through this cooler day, and I watch them float above the rippling light that plays over the oak trees in the afternoon breeze. The last day of spring turned out to be a spring day, after all; something to remember when summer's enervating dog days come around.
no subject