The dogs are throwing themselves down on the bare floor, rolling their eyes and groaning Lurch-like. Yes, it’s moving time again.
I just popped over from Theme Thursday. And it seems I’ve set a theme and not responded to it. Hoping this will suffice.
Seeing clouds as a fingery low moving mask of smoke racing through the deluge of watercourse is where images become the skeleton of a nightmare.
Yes, the water came down during the dark time. I hurried out at first light to check damage or if all had been spared. The lilt of the rain forgave some of the walls leaving them dry, soaking the facing walls and smearing chalk beyond recognition - yet, still interesting. Looking deliberate, softening the drawing into morphic shapes with more possibilities than the original state. Is this formed by another? A message shaping up from another pedigree force? Perhaps next rain will work through this smudge to expose an image sharp as arrows.
Let smudge be smudge - just so, I’ll be satisfied with this question, waiting for the chance of an answer.