Spring Night
Oct. 10th, 2023 12:00 amI am a night in early spring. When the darkness still comes quickly and the air feels crisp. Clouds sail across the starry sky, the moon partly obscured by their wisps.
I am the small white dog lying up against your thigh, warm and contented on a picnic blanket. The spectacle above reflected in the dark brown of my eyes.
I am the small white dog lying up against your thigh, warm and contented on a picnic blanket. The spectacle above reflected in the dark brown of my eyes.