the ground not as uncomfortable as expected. pieces of a story lie about. sometimes catching a breath of a passerby and dancing on the clouds. a short distance covered by a single breath. a piece of the story has landed here. in a slow and whizzing gesture. feet trample upon it before it can be read. a guess of its contents can be assumed from its cover. when it turns no one is there to see. or to read. the lines etched so daintily. so purposeful. and still another story remains untold. unread. unheard. because the sending and landing was off. not received. sent back. leaving its author to question. why here? why now?