263.

I am enthralled by
what nature is offering
up for consumption.

262.

I sit quiet, held
under the wonder of this
opaque skies theater.

261.

The sky is full of
slate surrender, whipping a
tumult of leeched clouds.

260.

Just so you know, green
is an atrocious color
on just about every-

-one. Also, let's be
clear: If you pinch me today,
stabbing will commence.

259.

I used to be bold
and relatively fearless.
Who is this muted

girl I have become?
Looking for permissions where
none could be needed.

258.

All I see down each
street are empty windows. Is
no one ever home?

257.

Why do most people
even have windows? Almost
all would never think

to let the world see
inside. Nor they honestly
view the world beyond.