the blow

[alvion]

there's a stiff summer breeze tonight. can't you hear it rustling my dry little leaves? feel it tickling the back of your exposed neck? smell the damp scent of summer flowers it carries in its path? is it someone's thoughtful intent to deliver it to me when i'm alone at night, when my diminished sight yields the stage to the more subtle senses? or is just a wonderful coincidence?

it's nice to think that those two aren't so different