the end
A brisk night breeze disturbs the drape, exposing the silent clash between the moon and the streetlamp. The harvest moon, filtered through the yellowing leaves of the ash, is dappled, but bright. The streetlamp finds no obstacle to its glare.
Their fight for the stage is cut into brief scenes before the curtain goes down on each act. A sudden gust allows one last chance to upstage each other before an arm reaches up to slam the window shut.
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Rebbecca Hill says:
Hi Jodi, I love the imagery
Hi Jodi,
I love the imagery you've created, the dance between different lights--and then the grounding of the arm reaching out...Lovely.
Jodi Thompson says:
Thanks, Rebbecca!
Thanks, Rebbecca!
jitu rajgor says:
Jodi are you Insomniac these
Jodi are you Insomniac these days? Worried,as usual.
Jodi Thompson says:
No, Jitu, not usually. I was
No, Jitu, not usually. I was wound up last night after a board meeting. The treasurer is grumpy and even though I try to not let me get to me, I occasionally do. My mind was working overtime last night and it was really windy here! Still windy today and surprisingly cold for September. Brrr. Got one of the winter blankets out of the closet for the bed.
Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Thanks, anyway!
Jodi
jitu rajgor says:
Happy to know that you are
Happy to know that you are okey.
Mary Wilkinson says:
Nina Simone
Jodi, art in motion. Imagery works, it evokes moments in my own life, has me feeling nostalgic and fragile, like the billow of lace curtains in a light breeze and Nina Simone on the stereo.
Ron. Lavalette says:
Beautiful. Simply.
Beautiful. Simply.