Rabbit rabbit
Jan. 27th, 2009 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dezaIt's so foggy today. I can still see the hawk, though, up in the poplar tree.
Fog makes my eyes play tricks on me. I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I'm matrixing things around the house into half-seen figures.
There are so many stories of foggy days being cross-over days, times when the worlds were extra close to each other. Times when magic, creatures, people can cross from one reality to the next. It's a dangerous time to walk through an archway formed by overhanging tree branches or cross a bridge without seeing the other side.
"They've come," the hawk said, when I took Guinness out a little while ago.
It's Rabbit Hole Day!
Fog makes my eyes play tricks on me. I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I'm matrixing things around the house into half-seen figures.
There are so many stories of foggy days being cross-over days, times when the worlds were extra close to each other. Times when magic, creatures, people can cross from one reality to the next. It's a dangerous time to walk through an archway formed by overhanging tree branches or cross a bridge without seeing the other side.
"They've come," the hawk said, when I took Guinness out a little while ago.
It's Rabbit Hole Day!
