In the midst updated

Wenonah NJ

Description

In the midst Amongst the jinglings of windchimes, the maliscious winds, the autumn leaves blowing past my bow window. The kaleidoscope of the autumn trees, reminiscent of the meandering we share/d, still. May the trains whistle find my ears, find your ears allowing us peace.. The tappings of the keys. The Business of life. Finds me nostalgic of life. That time waits for noone. As malleable as it may be.. The pendulum continues. I suppose us being infinitely connected is enough.. For now, for this moment. Y T