Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

What are the Chances?


What are the chances?
What are the chances to wake and find the first sliver of winter light having fallen through a slit in the blinds of your bedroom window?
What are the chances to wake and find the first sliver of winter light having fallen through a slit in the blinds of your bedroom window and lain across your open hand like a burnished dagger?
What are the chances to wake and find the first sliver of winter light having fallen through a slit in the blinds of your bedroom window and lain across your open hand like a burnished dagger at the very instant you crash away from a murderous dream?
Thus I woke.

--Mitchell Hegman

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