Posted on December 10, 2007 by admin.
Categories: Le Muse.

Dew drops like radiant sapphires cling to the morning grass.
The tranquil moment is disturbed by the scintillating caress of a cool morning breeze.
A man stands in the midst of a field, eyes closed, enraptured in an introspective moment.
The crash of an airliner casts sonic dispersions below.

The man drops his denim clad knees to the moist earth, the Sapphires burst.
The wind increases its bite; whipping leaves… wet denim chills the flesh below.
Time breaks, shatters and reforms in the gasp of this one wily moment.
The unavoidable, inconvenient, and absurd; it is decided; it happens today.