March 03, 2025

I heard duck as the dust brushed my cheeks. Among the dried winter weeds, the water rushed while my mind hovered. I laid my back on the sand and breathed the sunlight in the river's scent.  I let the music play low in the wind. I was not an ant. I was not alone. I was not a failure. I was nothing. I just existed. I just lived vicariously in the world of fairies and spells.