Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Cascade


From faded tarmac steams this end-of-summer heat.
Our headlamps catch spools of white vapour, it moves, circular, in the throat of the road, like a liquid pours, only lighter, slower. Things we should recognize loom unknown from the fog.
Pairs of lights drive by and sound just like cars.



2 comments:

  1. A night when seeing an elf standing in the mist would seem not too terribly farfetched.

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  2. We do live in a Middle Earth sort of place- an elf would make sense here :-)

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