Slumber
Valentine's Day 2007. The sleet scratches against the window pane while my beloved softly sleeps.
I no longer see the scar, left on the screen from a rock someone threw at our window. I no longer wonder who did it, nor even the why of his gesture. I have let it go.
posted by Blissville at 9:07 AM
2 Comments:
I adore this photograph. So beautiful. As are the words.
Of course you would love this. YOU would understand it.
People at work think my photos are strange, weird, even bad as they've told me (I just say, no kidding and nod). They think I don't know how to take a photo, and tonight I was wondering: maybe they were right.
And then you commented.
Post a Comment
<< Home