it must be time – solc 2019 #30

a whisper of sound, a passing whoosh – and nothing more a soft touch, a tiny dimple – then gone a scent, powdery smooth – only air a fresh taste, springlike flavor – nothing there a bulge, with swollen tip – just empty space it must be time, I thought, but I was wrong … Continue reading it must be time – solc 2019 #30