monovox

I've been staring out the window at the river all morning. It's swollen and uncomfortable. I can feel the rivers discontent. It's dark and pregnant with the heavy rains of late. A mist hangs over it like a shroud. I fantisize about slipping into the cold darkness and disapearing into the depths. Ceasing being I and becoming part of it. flowing out to the sea.


I could gaze all day... But I guess that I should get some work done.








I'm feeling quiet and extra small... How about you?