Sands of time (imagery)

The sands of time were swept away as the soaked, musty aroma of a drenched, dingy, dust-stained towel swept across the neglected window. As the towel metronomes about, the capturing thought of an hourglass counting down couldn’t help but be pondered upon. Swaying and sweeping around as if captured within a desert storm of mighty winds and seas of sand. Thrusting about, tossed and tortured, the layers of neglect upon the window were washed away.1

Awaiting the final drop of sand within the hourglass to fall, all was hindered to the fixation of the torment upon the dust covered window. Creeping closer, pouncing upon the last layer of tormented neglect, the drenched, dingy, dust-stained towel pounced upon the tortured section and like a lion the prey was feasted upon.2

Satisfied of the last sand of the hourglass dropped, the drenched, dingy, dust-stained towel, was thrust downwards upon the dust covered floor. At the window all seemed normal, for the only evidence of the neglect was trapped within the drenched, dingy, dust-stained towel thrust upon the floor. 3

Neglected, there the drenched, dingy, dust-stained towel would remain

Sands of time (imagery)

NightRink

Fresno, United States

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