February 28th, 2008
A Mind Muted
A cold evening and somehow the noise has died down. I find my way up to the top of my apartment for no particular reason. The day was good.
The breeze was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a mark of respect to me it seems to have bowed to me. It’s not gushing any more, just flows down gently singing a soothing note and cool just enough to send surprising a chill down me now and again.