a soft and quiet weekend...

today 

was perfectly dreamy

~~

I woke to clouds with white knuckles 

from hanging on so tight 

while the sun kept punching and ripping at the torn edges

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the ground was damp with dancing glitter and the cobwebs were outlined in silver

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the air smelled like my grandmother's laundry that had just been hung out to dry

~~

so

I ventured out to play

~~~~~

tonight

the clouds never came

instead the sky darkened itself with a giant blink

and

as I yawn with a satisfied feeling of living

outside my window

an owl hoots

reminding me it's time to carry myself to bed

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