Five Minute Friday: Wide

Here's the deal. Sometimes on Fridays, I join with these bloggers and write for five minutes flat, no editing, and on whatever comes to mind regarding a topic. The topic today is wide.

start.

wide. that is these northern Ohio fields- corn and whatever else off into the East and West for miles. We walk along the trail, seeing far into the distance and never seeming to get any closer to our goal. There is no circle of trails, just straight one way and then we turn around.

wide. I smile wide inside.

a rain drop would be wide to an ant, or a young spider- what is young to a spider anyway?

I sit in this wide room- the computer cord stretched all the way across it- and listen to the tires in the rain, and the refrigerator, and a low humming I can not place, and wonder if my roommate is coming home any time soon, and try, try to do some homework. Statistics. harsh.

wide. a friday night.
a train whistle
a train, if you measure it that way.

one
more
minute
stretching across the clock

a leaf off my liberated bonsai tree.