the meadow absorbs a light morning rain breathing it out by late afternoon as I walk through with my arms extended vortices from rising vapors twist off the ends of my hands forming contrails drifting silently to the ground without any evidence as I reach the other side


      The flavor of evening circled the island, holding ancient rocks within faint gray mists, as ominous shadows pressed silently onto waters smooth face. A timid quiet descended, pushing out the undersurface of day in retreat. The occasional random sounds from creatures moving about, makes little impact to the surroundings as night becomes … More THE ISLAND