quiet house
When nothing is around you, whether thought, disturbance, or human interruption - via sound, scream, technology, or the general cacophony of the busy day, one can indulge in the "quiet house". It is a place unlike most dwellings, a place, a moment, in time, space and all the other mediums that exists....where nothing rules, matters, dictates or persists.
Watching a window display a movie of motion atop swaying trees, with leaves that want to, but wont leave......so they sway with wind, to and fro, fro and to. Wires forced through boundaries set by city men, needing release but their purpose demands strict, rigid attention.
The City awaits, it is off my vision by a few hundred feet but I witness its stability and purpose. Glowing through a blast of sun only wavered by wind, leaves and my own imagination
Curtains, grazing the window in front, are floating their hands towards me in an act of kindness as they know their graceful movements and beauty are temporary.....
Watching a window display a movie of motion atop swaying trees, with leaves that want to, but wont leave......so they sway with wind, to and fro, fro and to. Wires forced through boundaries set by city men, needing release but their purpose demands strict, rigid attention.
The City awaits, it is off my vision by a few hundred feet but I witness its stability and purpose. Glowing through a blast of sun only wavered by wind, leaves and my own imagination
Curtains, grazing the window in front, are floating their hands towards me in an act of kindness as they know their graceful movements and beauty are temporary.....
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