what a glorious day it is.
dark, drizzled, dreadful.
a force of nature's will.
a slow day.
to embrace turtle paced thoughts.
to see with unopened eyes.
to feel cool grays touch.
to breathe without noise.
all, i suppose, so that i might hear the tears of a wounded earth fall.
2 comments:
I love days like that. Those are days for reflection, napping, and snuggling...and not necessarily in that order.
Rainy days are my favorite days (so why the heck am I living in California?). The darker and greyer it is, the more content I feel (kinda the reverse of SAD - Seasonal Affective Disorder).
Beautifully said bob.
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