The nearly full moon has risen in the sky before the sun has set. The textured surface of the moon is visible against the bright blue sky. It is chilly, but not frigid
A lone figure walks along the railroad tracks. It is silhouetted against the darkening evening sky. The gait is slow, deliberate, with the slightest hint of a limp. It is easy to imagine
I wake up sitting up in a chair. The lights flash around me. I'm buckled into an airplane seat. The flight attendants hand out bright yellow life vests to the passengers
I laid down on the table and was covered with a light blanket. It had been kept in a warming box, but the heat dissapated quickly in the cold room. My feet were
The shadow of a falling leaf traces a path down the wall.
Another shadow follows a different path.
Leaves keep falling. Shadows keep falling.
The shadows don't collect in a pile.