Ten thousand tiny golden fans. Delight suspended, the impossibility of yellow. Tenuous in autumn air, holding bright until first frost. If I knew only those scarce trembling days of gold, knew nothing of the days before or after, I would declare Astonishment the Truth. If I died within that yellow time before the world reimagined gravity and days brought all that gold to ground.
Wren Donovan Published on twitter @TopTweetTuesday, February 21 2023