Life At TISS, Right As Rain
I write this as I try and smuggle the remainder of minutes left from an evening that is pacing to leave. The sky is full of clouds but free of rain, which is oddly out of character. The evening or the cow dust hour had both its empire and place in the sun but now, the light retreats. It races and traipses along the same slender branches of trees that fractured it into spangling shards. This coalition of endless scattered light rays march merrily into the sun that looks like a warm copper penny lost by someone high up in the clouds. If you observe the TISS logo carefully, you could perhaps trace similarly fascinating imagery! This is my attempt at chiseling away at the iceberg of a writer's block. In that glint, I reflect a speckle on #lifeatTISS. I will float a nifty disclaimer though- if I could say it in words, there'd be no reason to paint. We're all artists here!
