wytchcroft

Moving through the rain-belt I felt at first that I had fallen asleep, listening to the soporific sound of the droplets bouncing off the cockpit windshield, bouncing off the glass. Sleep would have been desirous, for while I hunched in my unsleeping daze I became almost hysterically sensitised to the very sound I hoped would soothe my journey fraught nerves. The rain... it was... determined.

( into the void... )