One night there was a massive wind and the swaying trees looked far too powerful and the sodden rain smelt of spice and I looked out the window and saw people running, yet those with umbrellas taking their time. I dreamt that I could cut people in half with scissors, see into their souls and then walk with them to church or the grocery.
In the morning we salvaged what we could, threw away splintered swerving branches and like the blind leading the blind, we worked until lunch, said grace and ate.
The day had only just begun.
In the morning we salvaged what we could, threw away splintered swerving branches and like the blind leading the blind, we worked until lunch, said grace and ate.
The day had only just begun.
