rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


Again the dawn has crept up on me. Silhouettes of distant trees emerge from the darkness, and birds begin chirping. All the clouds have vanished. I expect unseasonable heat. Warm days are pleasant, but I mourn for the winter that never quite arrived. There could yet be icy days-- they've happened this late in the season before-- but this year, they would freeze the small pink blossoms of the peach tree, and the white petals which are now emerging on the cherry tree. I'd rather not see a collision of seasons. Winter, you've missed your chance. Go, and try harder next year.


Computer is still being wonky. I must figure out what to try next. Fire is not a viable option.

Oh, right. Forgot to mention. I'm now writing by hand. Neither hand nor pen nor paper has yet crashed. The only problem I forsee is typing the finished piece into the client. I reiterate: stupid computers.

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