And when I open my eyes, there will be light.
The smell of spring rain. The remains of the droplets dry on my eyelids. The breeze in the leaves and the song of a blackbird. I dig my fingers into the damp moss. It is like a sponge and I squeeze the water out.
I inhale, breathe in the lilacs.
Open my eyes and there is light. I can see the light.
A car in the distance and I curse the driver. Why did he have to intrude on my world? Now I have to make a new one. I close my eyes.
And when I open my eyes, there will be light.
A Bolg? 
Carl D'Agostino
/ May 25, 2012That’s the right attitude. But those drivers are relentless.
W. R. Woolf
/ May 28, 2012They just keep coming back 😉
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