-The mountain glowing white and blue on a cloudless dawn. Three goldfinches dancing circles in the wind. A rabbit chewing warily on a blade of grass still wet with morning dew. A golden bee burrowing into the purple puff of a garlic chive. The shadows of a flock of geese flitting across the ground, stretched and fuzzy like ghosts. Wind hissing through glittering leaves. Afternoon light glinting white in the ripples of a trickling stream. The branches of a row of pines and maples glowing from beneath in the setting sunlight. A chorus of frogs filling the darkening sky with their ancient song. The arrival of the icy stars, a handful of salt cast on black velvet. The great, white moon, dancing in the wavering air above a flickering fire at midnight.
Writing about writing and reading
Jonas David 