rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


All the night has been mist or drizzle, the dim forest wrapped in damp, endlessly dripping. A moment ago, I stepped outside to watch my breath turn to fog, and I saw a few stars breaking through the dark cover of clouds. But my attention was drawn to a sound which emerged from the north; The call of a single goose. I listened as it passed, expecting to hear a following flock, but there was only silence from above, and the relentless dripping of the sodden trees below.

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