Tuesday, 9 November 2010

i found sepia


Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Every now and then, the sound of rushing waves, cars speeding by.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Golden afternoon light weighs heavy in the room.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

She absorbs this modern silence, resting.

She waits.