Rain pelts down, creating one of the most comforting
of sounds – close to a rippling lake top; reminiscent of
percolating coffee (old school).
Pellets thunk into wood, slap leaves, slick the knobbed sides of trees.
The steady slide across curved glass gleams.
A pensive tempo is filled with elements of
sky sighing; gulls sweeping through a
veil of tears – releasing petrichor which is
a flood of meaning delivered through rain-awakened senses.
We arrive places by listening
and keeping one eye on the periphery of
once upon a time, then pausing to
savor the bolting shimmer hues of now.
Desert for breakfast on Sunday morning. A confection of wisdom, infused with whimsy. And served up picnic style. I love your writing, drawing, & photo captures.