Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

fleeting

1) liberally doused with rainflecks.  more, please.

2) tonight, london felt as if it were at war with itself.  the self-imposed explosions of thunder and lightning booming for miles around all within the same prescribed half-hour…  at such times, it is imperative to remain resolute and steel onesself against the pure onset of time.

3) numbers change fairly frequently.

4) i don’t know why these are being numbered

5) the board game Operation comes recommended as a good way to pass the time

6) sometimes it is more important to recall the passage of stolen time than that given plentifully in daylight
shadows gaze wildly in spectral amazement
astute knowledge of a nothing none can see
shadows make us more of how we are
a nod to nights like these

7) oh, to be mint-scented.

I prefer to be peppermint or wintergreen scented. I suppose that’s nit-picking eh?

Happy New Year, wordy birdie.

(May the vowels and consonants continue to dance with you.)

I find this vignette pleasing. Number two reminds me of Elizabeth Bowen describing London during the war.

I think numbering is a lovely way to organize, I have never found Operation a good time-passer, and how about vanilla-mint? I have some lotion of that scent.