Murmuration 11.02.2017


I emerge from my home into a cold silence, a rainbow encircling the moon, wisp clouds passing over the surface like lost Halloween wraiths, a bank of dark clouds leading away from the light in a gradient of shadows.Things began to shift to a better place with work and my routines, though I’m a bit lost in my old brain quagmire again, not helped by the sudden darkness that seems to have come to the world as winter approaches.