Loneliness

The wind is wildly throwing itself through the trees, and the streets. And the trees, they are bending and twisting. Peyote dancers feeling into the world beneath the world. The sound is like the ocean slamming itself against the steady shore. Then the wind seems to inhale. Silence. Just like when the water goes from noisy simmer to boil. For a moment it’s quiet. Then the papers fly off the tables and the cat...read more