The air is thick with humidity, the high pitched hum of summer cicadas, and the sound of quiet lives.
The hallway quivered as he traveled through the jagged, chemical darkness. On the other side, she lay on her bed, her curved body making random sine waves in the sheets.
Heading north while the Black Keys sing:
Pick you up, let you down
When I wanna go
To a place I can hide
You know me, I had plans
But they just disappeared
To the back of my mind
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
~ e. e. cummings
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
~ Charles Baudelaire