Snippitts of Illusions

tracing patterns in the winds

the clouds, full of themselves hanged heavily in the sky yesterday.
the wellsvilles to the south west looked as if they were bleeding away the summer.
thier heads crowned with clouds, and the sun kissed the blue tinted mountain sides through the clamor of rain.
the rain was a refreshing change.
today the sky is that painful blue i've come to expect on a daily basis. dotting the sky occassionaly a dirty white or grey from a stray cloud that seems to have lost it's way.
today feels low and lazy.
a beautiful angel occassionally putters up the stairs with a stack of books in her arm and a twinkle in her eye.
she's a refreshing site, and a welcome one.
the stacks of books around me seem inexhaustible, always growing at my absence, mocking me.
my life is hushed.
like the hush of a movie theatre right before the startling climatic moment.
ahhh the fall.

posted by F.G. Shaw @ 4:24 PM