Jun 15, 2007

The calm of Knowing

May 26. In weak declination, I could not keep pace with the storms today. But perhaps it was for me the Rains soon gentled to whispers... before we go... so I took my hat, and my Wellies took me afield. There I was well, the green reaching my waist brushing fingertips keeping me sure. Discovered daisies and all the field flowers filled my hands as the east-bound Thunder rolled slowly overhead; I lifted my face to catch the last Rain.

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