Impatient ghosts....

Intangible frailty hung suspended from ghostly skies, delicate and ethereal world like a half remembered dream. In dampened silence through murky vales my progress was slow, chilled to a respectful dalliance by the spectres floating in the distance.

The birds lay silent in their airy nests and the trees dare not whisper or move in such stillness, the air itself motionless and waiting. Form and substance have faded and become transient, drifting off like a memory that holds no import.

In such a world dreams and ghosts float along, pretty girls on old fashioned bikes glide through, runners and walkers making no noise, traffic that is subdued and distant. They come, they go.....impatient ghosts.

:)