< Quicksilver Day, Leaden Night
Prynhawn da, ~inquiry, and diolch for liking the poem! I hear what you're saying about the moments congealing and you put it into words beautifully!
Speaking of conceal... today's yard work formed a perfectly pasty amalgam of sweat, soil, and lawn chemicals.... >_<
Supposed to work on some trim (no.. not the best kind... <coughs>) at a rental, but ain't be much gas left in me bio tank - not that my wife will be much interested in what her hearing processing will no doubt re-translate into the stuff excuses are made of....