Steady and rhythmic is the downpour.
Disrupted only by the sound of keys.
The sweet smell of rain filters through the back door.
Splashing against the pavement, it keeps perfect time.
A dim light illuminates the mechanized prose creator.
Scents of oil, rubber, and paper.
Tap, tap, tapping away as thought becomes word.
With every bell toll, the creation rises as though materialized from space itself.
Gently bent spine accenting the curve of another.
The cool of the evening yielding itself only to blanket covered legs.
Scintillating perfume; the final ingredient.
Comfortably perched as knowledge is passed on.
One giving; one receiving.
Art in movement; beauty in silence
And occasionally, a glimpse and a smile.
Understanding that transcends verbalization.
A cacophony of sensory stimulation.
Individually chaotic; yet synchronicity abounds.
Singular, panoramic, warm, comforting.
Snapshot of the perfect evening.
Langley Shazor was raised in a small city in southwest Virginia. As an adult he has a deep appreciation for culture, arts, wellness, history, philosophy, science, and religions. An avid reader, he is an advocate for education; breaking down stereotypes, creating social awareness, enlightenment, human rights, and helping those less fortunate are his life's passions. Writing is not only personally therapeutic, but a medium for which he has the opportunity to impart positivity on those from all walks of life.