Introspection
Floating
Sighing, feeling my skin prickle as the cool wind catches it, tasting the scent in the wind,
knowing that there is rain coming, the freshness fills my head as the clouds flit across the sky, betraying their masters as they gallop in their never ending race.
Bird calls, dog barks, radio tinny in the background, announcing some sort of new thing in government
twigs fly about, catching my legs, and clattering against the windows.
clothes wrapped more tightly, neck enwrapped by layers of thick material
Something warm perhaps
or to eat
both
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