In the space between heaven and dust the wind swirls under the brown-speckled belly leaping over steps defying time and space.

In the space between heaven and dust the sun splatters the pages of my story in quick shapes too intense and fragmented to measure.

In the space between heaven and dust the wind sees leaves banter back and forth trembling but hanging on with determination – but they will fall.

In the space between heaven and dust the sun’s rays warm the cold stones finally looking for relief from the relentless dog day heat.

In the space between heaven and dust nothings stops – there is no defined beginning or end.