
A Penny for your eyes.
The fog is gently growing over the landscape. The corner of the room is slightly tipping into the elevator shaft. I can't touch or taste what is lying in my mind. I am biting clouds to remove the grit of the ocean. The windmills float air through the windows. The moisture rests on my face. It is trying to snow. Soon it will snow.
One morning things will be different. You might not even recognize your life. Start over. Move on. Enjoy the opportunities that present themselves.
There was a river behind the house. I remember the tablecloth had small faded cherries printed along the border. The chicken soup was warm and the roll was so soft being just pulled out of the toaster oven. The lamp in the living room was plugged into one of those automatic timers that would turn the light on like magic. It was 6:00 pm. I remember because grandma set the timer for 6:oo pm.




