rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Before Dawn

June brings soft nights and the scent of jasmine and broom, and the chirping of crickets. This year, it has brought more wind than usual. There will be a few minutes of stillness, then a slight stirring of breeze from my open window, and an intensification of the floral perfume, then a rustling of leaves in the bushes nearby, followed by that rushing whisper from the pines, so like the sound of distant waves. After a moment, the stillness falls again. Each time the breeze enters the room and brushes across my head, I feel the coolness and I feel my hair moving. It feels like anticipation. What is it that I await in the expectant night?
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