All in Mood
here’s lots of things I’m too scared to say. It feels like if I say the words out loud it makes them real - my voice gives them a weight and a dreadful presence that weighs in my gut and fills me with dread. There’s something about the finality of speaking.
Waiting for the first kiss of snow to tumble down over the mountains was strange. It was as though the whole town held its breath, caught in the moment between the last orange brown leaf hitting the ground and the first fat white flake floating down from the leaden sky.
