The weekend is coming to close with the light drizzle of an all day rain.
Is it an omen for the week ahead or will the sun replace the floodlight to illuminate something special?
Ponderings
Setting A Trap
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this imagination of mine?
Must be a mix of something good, something bad, and a bit of something else.
Some days it stays at bay, other days it run rampant, never wanting to be caught.
Caught by the pen,
Caught by the page,
Caught forever by the reader.
On the Surface
I cannot see my reflection in the water, if I am not there, where am I?
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 