the blue sky. the gifts of providence below and beyond it.
Friday, November 01, 2013
I sense that something is moving on the backside of my palm. I assume it's an ant and look at my hand. It is an ant, one belonging to category of the brick coloured ones. A whiff of air and the ant is removed to some place. Maybe the red floor of my room. It is not red, it's darker than the colour of terracotta.