Daily Archives: October 26, 2014

Life In The Wild – The Tale of the Mosses

A rain empties itself out drop by drop.  Only the voice of a trickle, a long-drawn draining -perhaps from a sunshade or a terrace from the neighbourhood – remains in the ears. I see the thin strand of water penciling down in the dark, jiggling on the surface and finally feathering away into concentric circles in a puddle. The last drops of a night-rain are the most painful, for their voice with their hard edges fall like glass shards, too … Continue reading