rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Change Scented

It smells damp, for the first time in weeks. Blessed coolness blankets the night, swaths of cloud drift by, and quiet fills the forest. Despite the scent in the air, there is not even the dripping of dew to break the stillness. These hours are too rare to spend with a cranky computer, or even a congenial book. I'm going out to sit in the dark and watch Orion rise.
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