Shadows falling across the terrace floor, accompanied by long fingers of light, thrown out by the candlelight. I am waiting for a call, a call that hasn´t come, leaving me in suspense.
There is more wind tonight, more than normal...as the weather changes with the year. There´s an empty easle on my terrace, the wind won´t allow me to paint. The sea is inquiet, and the moon, full and pale hides behind a mist. Soon I will reach for something to keep me warm, as I sit here with my thoughts in the silence.
No comments:
Post a Comment