Though the howling of the persistent wind continues to violently echo against my home, I am not alarmed. I am wrapped in a knitted winter throw while watching my own private extravaganza of small fireworks. My face is warmed as i draw closer to the beautiful spectacle, but I cannot stay too close for too long because my face begins to endure a burning sensation. As I start to drift off into a peaceful slumber, I am never quite able to sleep because of the constant crackling from the fireworks.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment