Still (another one)

Send us Fan MailStill (another one)Suddenly it became more than me. The silence. As if pressing against this time from all sides with waves of when. Not a whisper of a breeze, not a sound but that of the flight of a last bird, swooping, diving, skimming the last of daylight with her wings from a slumbering earth. And so I looked up, saw the orange afterglow, the last of high summer skies. I watched and waited, breathed the last hush and perfumes of a hot summers day, saw the stillness, the proud, taut, anchored height of evening’s trees, blessed in shadows and hints of starlight, and then with a clap, a shuttered window, a reflection of sunlight, a flickering motion to the first drops of a falling night, the dusk swept my thoughts away from me and I left my life to there from here and welcomed the embrace of the river that flooded the caves, caverns and soundless echoes of my [email protected]