Sunlight at Half Past Five
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
I left work and the sky had not disappeared. I nearly applauded. #
Light at half past five. Real light. Not much, but enough to make the ride home feel different. Spring has not arrived. I am not that gullible. Still, something is changing.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.