A kind of light spread out from her. And everything
changed color. And the world opened out. And a
day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits
to anything. And the people of the world were good
and handsome. And I was not afraid anymore.
Fall has fallen. The leaves are
yellow against the dark blue-
grey sky and the winds have
picked up. The winds that
are still warm and force your
eyes to close in silent reverence
to the sensations on your face
when they brush past; you can
almost hear the music in it, carried
from somewhere far too far away
just to meet you on this day.
Where does the wind go, where
does it sleep at night and what
secrets shouted into it does it
carry past our ears?
I am listening, I will always be
Whisper to me
Tyler Knott Gregson