endless brown
July 16th, 2009
rain.
The summer stretches on for months, chasing the rain and the beauty and the color from the world. Everywhere I go, it’s hot and dry and brown. My desk is brown, my purse is brown, my wallet is brown, even my new bowl is brown. My hair is brown. The grass is brown, the trees are brown, the birds and the bugs and the ground is brown. Our fence, brown. My plants? Brown.
Too much brown, endless shades of brown the color of no rain.
