*Darlene*:
There's no one left to warm her chilled walls or to keep his tarnished wheels rolling, so they stay perched where they stand and soberly whisper long ago lullabies to one another as they steadily fuse with the earth they were left on.
*Darlene*:
Silent reflection is both essential and pivotal, whether it be emotionally within the heart and mind, amidst the still waters and clouded skies, or inwardly between the deepest bounds of the body and soul.
*Darlene*:
I'm rarely graced with callers nowadays, but I'm reminded of the pleasant time we shared when you last stopped by. It's no longer feasible to drive to my door, but the walk is short, and I'd embrace keeping company with you again if you fancy it.
*Darlene*:
I can't utter even one single word to build upon the enchantment of a vision such as this, as the sights, sounds and scents of it already fill the framework entirely, so I'll just leave that up to all of your refined flights of imagination. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
Untold years of children, laundry on the line, dinner bells, and all the clamor that a busy farmstead yields, yet now being encircled by only the sounds of breezes sailing through fields of grain brings her a placid stillness that suits her just as well.
*Darlene*:
Certain muddy backroads are utterly uncompromising, and I know the swampy trail swallowed you to your fenders, and you nearly didn't make it back out of here, but hopefully I was still worth the $20. car wash it took to clean off your time with me.
*Darlene*:
They were mere sprouts when they parked him there, but with the arrival of every spring, the modest saplings crept up into the imposing evergreens they are today, and he became conveniently concealed, just as the farmer had wanted.
*Darlene*:
Bow down as near to me as your boughs are able to bend, my steadfast onlooker, as no one else must become privy to the shrouded secret I'm about to breathe to you.
*Darlene*:
Build me in a place of tranquil beauty and sculpt me of stone, so I will stand the test of eternal time. Fill me with the sounds of spirited children, and allow the flowers to blossom across my landscape, and I will gift you with joy for all time.
*Darlene*:
The appearance of a stoic facade doesn't always accurately mimic the pandemonium happening from within, so we ought to always remind ourselves to remain gracious. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
The mystical charm of a double fence never loses its intrique, and the quest to find one is always prevalent on my mind, and when one comes along, I can't be held responsible for the sometimes unidentifiable sounds that eminate from my excited inner self.
*Darlene*:
I came to them bereft and broken and they kindly took me in, thinking they could solve all of my problems, but my tormenting and perplexing labyrinth of personal issues was too taxing for them to resolve, so I sit here still, the same way as when I came.
*Darlene*:
He shared in his owner's delights, watching sunsets and advancing storms, birds migrating across the open skies and gazing at the wondrous star filled universe after dark. He still sees all those things, but it's just not the same now that they've gone.
*Darlene*:
Everything just kinda fell to pieces after they up and left without uttering even one empty word of remorse for what they were leaving behind. I hope they found the revitalized life they were anticipating when they marched away.
*Darlene*:
When Mother Nature allows your posterior to be as intricately delicate and ornate as this, it deserves to have its fleeting moment in the sunshine just as unquestionably as its charming face does.
*Darlene*:
It can be the smallest, most unpretentious things that help you realize what an utterly divine sphere we all live on. That humble little barn exquisitely enveloped in yellow and only just barely peering over the horizon was one of those moments for me.
*Darlene*:
Her skin's peeling, and her roof's a bit tarnished. Her trunk's unhinged, and her tires are punctured, but she reckons she's still worthy of one more double feature at the drive-in, so she's just going to loiter here until a family turns up to take her.
*Darlene*:
I can easily imagine living right here in a quaint ivory cabin, sheltered on a porch swing at twilight, letting the mellow sounds of nature fill my ears, and the tranquil panorama fill my eyes, until absolute contentment washes through me.
*Darlene*:
This swing carried her through childhood play, boyfriends, and broken hearts, through conflicts and joyful anticipations, and now, at 91, if it hadn't been tangled and broken when she returned, she would've swung to reminisce about a life well lived.
*Darlene*:
Countless immaculately rolled hay bales lay in zigzagged rows across the freshly cut fields, but this misfit was parked solo at the mouth of an idle path, waiting for his creator to come back and bring him to live with the rest of his kind. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
The three sisters may look a bit weathered by the disconcerting disruptions that an uncertain life can bring, but they've grown from seedlings into what they are today because they knew that through it all they'd always have each other.
*Darlene*:
There's no one left to come and pay tribute, but you can surmise how much they were loved, and hopefully every subsequent generation will have that same awareness when they pass by this corner on their hurried way to somewhere else.
*Darlene*:
He's the last soldier standing in this neck of the woods, and the almighty tree-saw was the victor of this battle, but there's many more like him, and the machine will assuredly not win the war.
*Darlene*:
When the fondness between her and the other one faded, she gained solace in the neighbor, and love blossomed where it was always meant to be.
*Darlene*:
Once a wildlife haven, but the droughts over the last few years have whittled it down to this dry and barren wasteland. How unfortunate to witness these wetlands vanishing.
*Darlene*:
The family dwelling became more rickety with every passing year, but to the farmer that worked the land in the searing sun 14 hours each day, finally bringing his dog-tired body home where supper was warm and waiting, it always looked like the Taj Mahal.
*Darlene*:
The impassioned newlywed made the intentional decision to build their new home with the bedroom facing the setting sun so he would know that every night his beloved could lay her head on a warm pillow before slumber carried her away to her dreams.
*Darlene*:
Leaning against that splintered crossing sign, with a bag filled with her most cherished things, she waited for the night train to come and take her away to anywhere it chose to, it mattered not, but the track remained silent and empty, and so did she.
*Darlene*:
With that impish twinkle in your eyes and that beaming smile of yours, you'd stand out in the fanciest of crowds, and I'd be proud to accompany you anywhere, if only we could go.
*Darlene*:
This crumbling church sits quiet now, but if you stand unmoving and silent at its open door and close your eyes and listen very intently, you can still hear its memory soaked walls sing.
