j o h n  r o s

obscured and thought
^{adapted from 11 june 2006}

darkness eroding the nightscape from below, finding specs of light in opened/closed motion. the storm brought autumnal chill to the small town resting only minutes from the border. my mind continued to play tricks on me because time had already been doing a number on change. now autumn in june? i could at least rest assured there was a full moon tonight as long as the cloud cover would clear, it would dot the sky speckled with light — with the hope that out of these curiously contorted corners light would shine and it would again be summer. autumn was always my favorite, but it seemed as though it was always more appreciated after the heat of the summer, the subtle bitter after the sweet, the light after the dark.