Monday, January 9, 2012

Ninth small stone

The blue-grey hush of dawn, the bluer sound of azaan (prayer calls) from the mosque. I lie listening and wondering if the sound of the milkman's footsteps are going to be of a different colour.


Alegria Imperial said...

A deeply quiet deceivingly soothing 'note', quite so because of the last phrase. What if the milkman's steps were a piercing red? But it's just my mind--always expecting the unexpected! A wonderful, wonderful 'stone' and I must have been actually writing at the same time! I do believe we're quite connected from another life. Thanks so much for your kind words about my 'blue notes'.

sanjuktaa said...

Thanks for the wonderful comment, Alee!'Another life' connection - you say.Maybe that's true! I like the idea :-)