I was sitting on the terrace three nights earlier. Draining my cup of tea, listening to the highway traffic: quiet; loud. The visitor is here, Winter. For the house-lights twinkle just after 6 pm. And what are we seeking? I guess, a bit of madness. Of what? The last line's where the pun's intended if, it makes sense. Edit (September 22,2013): This was the most pleasant surprise. A DD? Excuse me while I . I am overwhelmed by the appreciation given to this written piece. I checked this page a couple of times, just to be sure if this is real. It is. Firstly, shukariyacality for suggesting this, and Beccalicious for featuring it. And thank you for reading.
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I love reading your literature submissions (you should write more!).
This piece has a quiet elegance about it. Your words have a gentleness to them, but there's a lot of strength behind them, too. I lovelovelove the alliteration of 'seamless like the skies', and your formatting adds a lot of interest.
This mere comment of yours just made my entire day even more cheerful. Thank you. But I know, you are too polite, kind. You give me so much time and so much time to other people too. I appreciate it very very very much. Peace be with you. Always.