Grey night. A heavy promise of rain. The first clean scent of spring. Slivers of televised light split the dark. Mediocrity has the remote.
Grey night. A heavy promise of rain. The first clean scent of spring. Slivers of televised light split the dark. Mediocrity has the remote.
KMFalcon
Nice writing, ‘slivers of televised light’ beautiful. However, me thinks perchance that mediocrity is relative.
crowe
of course you are right km. I just granted myself a little indulgence the other night whilst at the same time accepting that more often than not, the remote resides at my place.