Water, Shades & Circles
Sitting here alone, having a Dos Equis and listening to the rain whisper down. Thunder is a vague shudder. Fading. In here, it is quiet and cool. Outside, the world is warm water. I imagine that the remaining raindrops are making soft circles in the pond. Graceful geometries, measuring out time. Flowing away. Seems like the light is washing from the sky as well. From smudged paper, to charcoal, to ever deepening shades of ink. Me? I’m breathing. Remembering sitting on stone, by water, in the rain. One day, I will do that again.