Clear. Warm. A line of bubbling clouds define the horizon. The death bell's contemplatory toll. That old lady with the dyed black hair. Scattered cornflakes all over the pavement. The silent tranquility of the fish...

Clear. Warm. A line of bubbling clouds define the horizon. The death bell's contemplatory toll. That old lady with the dyed black hair. Scattered cornflakes all over the pavement. The silent tranquility of the fish...
#September. Mother nature drops her shoulders & exhales. The sun, now in cyclical middle age rests a while before rising. Gold tinges village walls, hillsides & the morning sky. There is calm. A young cat senses change...