:: anne in the attic ::

Create Your Own Countdown

:: Monday, August 25, 2003 ::

That strange freon taste of ice cubes. The dust visible on the brown highway signs in Wyoming as the pink sun sets. A familiar lilt in a pet's voice that lets you know she's talking directly to you. The sharp green aroma of tomato branches. The strangely muted glint of an amber glass. The sticky sound of car tires on a wet street. The slightly dank smell that rises in the air one morning that tells you there will be no more really hot summer days. The energy between two people who have not yet touched, but are about to. The slight ringing in your ears when the music has stopped, and what's left is the stillness inside, small pieces of echoes, signifying... nothing.

Exquisite reasons, all, for gratitude. Doubt about the way things are going? About others? About yourself? Refer to above passage.

:: Anne 10:00 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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