garrison

When the Pain Stops Warm day after the snow-- cool damp breeze balmy on my cheek as I try to forget winter.
	Wind Dancers The wind trembles the palms. They sway in ancient time, entwined softly in the waltz of ages.
On Relativity Passing by the prison, my boss bemoans his fate. Work won't allow his summer cruise this year.
	Sunday with Friends The pub, late afternoon, so many more voices. The edges of everything fade to gray.
Solitaire Dark walk breaks the silence. Only my own footsteps ring through the park. Again, tonight-- alone.