June 21, 2012 § 5 Comments
I watched rain clouds burst and swirl amidst the stars as they curdled together into a haven; one that surprised me with familiarity and security. Home, some called it.
I watched until the sun rose and the clouds ran to the east, leaving a piercing blue sky blunt with tears. It is home, and I am in love.
A friendly goodbye calls out to me from a nearby intersection; time is a powerful, but selfish being.