Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Time Traveler from Old Mrs. Romine's

While gazing into a blue summer sky, whose brilliance backlit tall treetops into silhouettes, I was surprised by a tiny white speck. A small downy feather floated in slow motion from up seemingly nowhere and landed in the middle of me sitting there. It seemed to have traveled from the puff of a rosy-cheeked little boy that had sent a dandelion silk seed up into somewhere on a day just like this in a field where goats stood on old cars.

Blue Salt