Nothing says nostalgia like light pouring at night through old windows beneath a tin roof. It asks, "Do you remember when you were poor but happy?" It wants me to feel the warmth of a contained glow in the cold dark void. But I loved the cool darkness, the vault above even when clouds obscured the stars. Let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl. That is a midnight snack to celebrate.
10 comments:
let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl...smiles...love that line....poor does not mean unhappy at all....i like the simplicity message in this....
and i miss tin roofs...smiles.
What Brian said!
Simple, real.
I have a tin roof.
Absolutely. I love the sound of rain on a tin roof, as well...
Yes! Let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl ... what a great line!
I like the cool darkness and the line, let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl ~ Beautiful ~
I like your focus on what's outside. It's quite in keeping with the picture at the top of your blog, which is lovely btw.
I agree with Brian...
"Let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl"
... is such a beautiful line!
I love it!
beautifully written...
JJRod'z
Unless, of course, you are the snacked upon.
;)
Well done.
Very useful blog. Keep up the good work.
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