The rain is pattering outside in a soft sprinkle, alternating between a deafening downpour to a soft patter with a cool breeze. The humidity in the air coats our sweaty skin in a cool hug like a damp blanket.
The days are sweltering and hot as I contemplate my new old hometown. Move and change, it seems to happen a lot. Nights are easier to work with the cooler air and comforting sounds of sleeping souls.
Inspiration ebs and flows and I find it hard to keep up with time. It flys by on wings unseen, floating along invisible to me. I move in super slow time, the real time flying by like a train never stopping, never waiting for me to catch it. You have to run, be ready and aware and grasp it. Then it will show you its rainbow wings and you can fly anywhere you like.
My mind is turning over thoughts like wind flicks pages back and forth tonight, and I should lay down and rest my head. My thoughts think themselves poetic.
The year is new with growth and sun and rain and hope.