Friday, June 13, 2008


Tentative clouds shade everything in vague possibility. The promise of tomorrow out of reach, intangible, whispered like some reluctant prayer. The fulfilment of longing wails like a silent scream into the violent stillness above.... Yet we wait, not just by choice but out of adherence to principals that far exceed the scope of our imaginations, never sure when to look for signs or when to conjure our own magic.