Monday, March 12, 2012

Earlier tonight, my dad and I went on a walk in the Christmas tree farm. The air was unusually warm, the perfect temperature with which our flesh and blood may resonate. The west sky glowed pink in the dark, an ironically beautiful reminder of the busy urban night life a few towns over. He pointed a flashlight across the pond, and we could see the eerie yellow spheres of animal eyes staring at us.


2 amusing musings:

Grace said...

Love that link for the sound of rain! I totally know what you mean by changing so much, too.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

This is quite beautiful...

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