October 2011
8 posts
thinking..
I tap my fingers against the pane. Small prints are left as I lift the pads of my fingers and put them down in a different spot. Looking through these mini windows I see the quiet trees and shrubs. They seem to have lost their life. Their colors have dulled, they droop and wilt. There is a strange soft silence. It gives off an eerie, almost mournful tone. The sky even looks as though it’s to full...
