held by a thin sack…


There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

Inky: like today rainy, windy, more rain and dark dismal skies.  I loved it.  At the 5 o’clock whistle I scampered out minus the raincoat, minus the umbrella and just held my face up to the sky like a parched blossom recognizing it saviour….

Quote: Different Season, Stephen King
Image: found at flickr

Doing?  drying my hair and nursing a hot toddy..