"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Sunday, May 18, 2014
silence in the mist
A deep and mysterious mist hangs on the air... weaving in and around tree branches, clinging to my skin. Silence hangs. Street lamps glow, orange beacons in the fog.