Is there anything better?
The clouds have been crying all week. Maybe they are sad that summer is gone and now they have to work extra hard to make the skies grey and the wind cool.
I don't mind it really. That summer is gone, that is.
These last few weeks I've been noticing a slight shift in the way things move around me. Things are slower and the colours aren't as bright, but they are still warm. The sound of silence is found more often and the steam arising from my mug is more visible to my tired eyes. My hair is taking longer to dry and my socks are slowly being splattered around the house. They're enjoying their time away from the bottom of my drawers.
The rain comes in waves. Sometimes it will be angry. Other times however it will be nice and sweet to you. It dances around your body as you dance around it. Your feet, bare and naked, start to press deeper into the ground, allowing the small speckles of dirt to fall upon them. It's liberating