so sad...
The wind pushes things around as it plays shaking the trees that glisten in the muted light of a tired sun that prefers to hide... and I, I also choose to stay indoors contemplating the gray clouds that all kind of shapes form and offer them as presents to their beloved sea and perhaps also to me, for they know that though I smile when I think of what has been been without you I am sad, so sad, deep within. Sign in to see full entry.