On a crisp morning
I open my window this crisp morning and it feels more like Winter than Spring, I am far from the ocean shore but the breeze brings me scents of my far away home while the cold in the air cuts through my thoughts like a knife. The sea of grass outside undulates to a northern wind like an ocean teaming with life, forming green waves that reach as far as I can see taking with them my hopes and my dreams, making me wish for warmer winds, Those living waves of green... could they possibly reach that... Sign in to see full entry.