The wind was running straight, ignoring curves and shadows and roads without shoulders. Mountains barely visible expanded the horizon as mist faded under a morning sun. The day was a schedule of untried options while stretching under a twenty four hour clock, releasing yesterday and welcoming today. There are no chances lost or … More A NEW START
Waves of wind. Thoughts pulled and pressed between sheets of cool air circle over the river while slowly rumbling its volumes of silent vortices slipping past the sleeping city. A flat placid surface hides the depths of its power, the fathoms of tangled trees, layers of silt and leaves and voices of lost souls. … More THE GREAT CIRCLE
The equatorial spin releases warm winds and trailing mists forming erratic clouds amassing into giants spreading over latitudes and longitudes blanketing cities and continents delivering rain and shade forming shadows until the high and thin, flat and long vanish into the air that gave it birth.
Roger Singer 