Busy tires create wind and surf sounds melding with organ pipe notes of turning engines
Blasting farting jake brake startles
Drizzle hisses softly on leaves and grass, the surrounding sussurus swaddles the world in gauzy noise.
Soft moist light and air create a haze of mist that daubs mystery at the juncture of field and forest.
Night is coming, [...]
Archive for July 21st, 2009
Walking the dog
Posted in Philosophy of Life, Weather, Words on July 21, 2009 | 6 Comments »
