2005-02-25 : A little bit of twilight
There is something so comforting about twilight. I'm looking out the bedroom window and straight into the moss-covered limbs and tiny branches of a bare, but healthy tree. The moss hangs down in bunches like some sort of pungent fruit. The twisted branches remind me of gaunt, out-stretched hands and the smallest, of curvy crooked fingers. I wish I could crawl out my window and balance up high in this tree, but it is too delicate for the likes of me. I'd sit in it and watch the fog dance in and the pattern of porch lights being switched on. I'd look up at the moon, pregnant and somehow more pure than anything else, and swing my legs and think back to earlier times when everything seemed so simple.