Nocturnal creatures
Oct. 30th, 2002 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenPedar is laughing at Will and Grace in the background. It's quite nice. From here, I can hear the dialogue so it's like a radio play.
I found my notebook today. The one I love so much, that I have been obsessed with for five years, that notebook. I'm glad.
I feel so strange. Not quite all here, would be one way to describe it. There is a part of me flying high somewhere else, perhaps in a hot air balloon. If I look down from the balloon, I can see sand dunes, rippled by the wind, casting deep, long shadows as the sun sinks towards the horizon. There are animals moving in the desert, fennec foxes and salanmanders, nocturnal creatures coming out in the cool of the evening. The temperature falls so fast that the sand almost creaks; strange sounds carry far in the still air. There are mirages, and strange and wonderful happenings, but no-one ever sees them because no-one ever sets foot here. Not even me in my hot air balloon.
I found my notebook today. The one I love so much, that I have been obsessed with for five years, that notebook. I'm glad.
I feel so strange. Not quite all here, would be one way to describe it. There is a part of me flying high somewhere else, perhaps in a hot air balloon. If I look down from the balloon, I can see sand dunes, rippled by the wind, casting deep, long shadows as the sun sinks towards the horizon. There are animals moving in the desert, fennec foxes and salanmanders, nocturnal creatures coming out in the cool of the evening. The temperature falls so fast that the sand almost creaks; strange sounds carry far in the still air. There are mirages, and strange and wonderful happenings, but no-one ever sees them because no-one ever sets foot here. Not even me in my hot air balloon.