Winter Solstice

Clouds parted and scattered long enough to let the sun ease on down behind the mountain in a cold pale light.
In reverent silence he went down as legions of grey masses marched slowly across the sky.
Then the shrill wail of a table saw ripped the air apart as the sun was no more.

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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8 Responses to Winter Solstice

  1. That was specific …


  2. pjb1943 says:

    I was expecting the shrill wail of the wind…., but a tablesaw????? You caught me totally off balance with that ! Ha!


    • emmylgant says:

      That’s my job! But seriously, it was an electrifying moment ( no pun intended). That saw ripped the silence in an intrusive profane way, yet totally in sync with the event. Magic in a way.


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