Slanting through the attic window, a ray of sunlight touches my coffee-stained desk.
I look out at the maple branches swaying in the breeze. From nowhere, I feel the stab of a memory -- you waving me goodbye.
mid-autumn moon...
the sound of the wind
colder
I look out at the maple branches swaying in the breeze. From nowhere, I feel the stab of a memory -- you waving me goodbye.
mid-autumn moon...
the sound of the wind
colder
Kokako 16, April 2012
