Originally written November 5th, 2009.
Unrest is my harbinger, the howling that wakes you at all hours of the
night, my herald. I will neither sneak into, nor fall upon your world.
I will arrive in dawn's earliest gloom, amidst the quiet fanfare of
gravel underfoot and wind sighing through my hair. 'Neath my feet, the
earth will both tremble and prosper, grateful to revel in the rains
that will inevitably tumble towards it. The sky will not… Continue