The word for rain is
Balance. Like the bustle hum of a coffeeshop or the teeth sink into the perfect peach — the mind finds a center lull upon which silence…
Balance. Like the bustle hum
of a coffeeshop or the teeth sink
into the perfect peach — the mind finds
a center lull upon which silence dances
its silly daydream.
You notice the loving finish of
the rocks, the pulse of your backyard canopy —
diving faith first into an unmarked still.