Wednesday, June 25, 2008

always greener

There was something odd about the grass that year. The rain fell as scheduled, slowly and steadily throughout the spring. Temperatures hovered evenly about the averages; day turned to night and back again; the moon waxed and waned and grew gibbous from the new. Schoolchildren scrambled and balls bounced and car engines hesitated just a fraction of a breath before catching and bicycles flew down hills. The town gossips noticed the minister's attentions to the new hairdresser, and the newspaper reported on the inconsistencies between the town council's actions and the planning board recommendations.




reading The Wizard of Oz
weather fireflies!