vision + temporary

early morning haze temporarily blocks my vision. there's a soft layer of ice over my surroundings, stuck there with sleep.   through the windows the horizon is distorted. condensation runs down the glass, helped by the sun as it's rising, shining weak heat.   the world outside is blurred, a mess of lines and colour. … Continue reading vision + temporary

Word Crush Monday: Schumann

Today I'm plotting up real mischief. I was going to tell Twitter, but I think I'll hold off for another six months because what's mischief without suspense? I plotted, and two nights ago in the early hours I wrote the opening lines of a story and didn't touch pen to paper. Didn't touch fingers to keys. … Continue reading Word Crush Monday: Schumann