Untitled by Ruth Ann Dandrea

Angel feathers, dandelion fluff, the first few flakes of snow on an autumn day.Airy stuff.Insubstantial as bird call.Strong as wind.They have a way of changing everythingeven though they do not stay.They say, the world you seeevanesces,floats awayon any passing breeze,saturates and dissolves in a raindrop.Stops. Making you wonderif it ever existed at all.Real is nothing … Continue reading Untitled by Ruth Ann Dandrea