Thursday, 3 March 2011

Tired

The world became quiet and blurry - as though an invisible, compassionate hand had lowered the volume, dimmed the contrast, allowed a weary brain some respite.  

4 comments:

marja-leena said...

I find these words very moving, compelling and wholly understandable.

Dale said...

Lovely. Yes. I often feel that way about the muted sky here in the Valley.

liliannattel said...

I can relate to it as well--and so beautifully put.

James said...

beautiful