Listening to:Going out of my head, Sergio Mendes & Brazil 66
Thinking of:
The rhythm of water droplets on the window sill brings back memories of many tears and even more smiles. The sheen of puddle of which I see my reflection before a step shatters the pattern of perfect curves and circles into a little pool of anarchy.
Overhead, the clap of thunder and a flash of lightning... Thunderous yet so serene, a picture of perfection, of anger, power or even a yearning to reach the earth. An opening from the clouds revealing the picture of divinity, in all the chaos that is a rainstorm in July, lies majesty and the ordinary.
Thinking of:
The rhythm of water droplets on the window sill brings back memories of many tears and even more smiles. The sheen of puddle of which I see my reflection before a step shatters the pattern of perfect curves and circles into a little pool of anarchy.
Overhead, the clap of thunder and a flash of lightning... Thunderous yet so serene, a picture of perfection, of anger, power or even a yearning to reach the earth. An opening from the clouds revealing the picture of divinity, in all the chaos that is a rainstorm in July, lies majesty and the ordinary.
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