As is said, a fond memory, collective, of all the times I have woken in the  night to the sound of wind and rain, and fallen back to sleep, content.

a moment of beauty seen while walking swiftly to my next appointment. I  know that it does not adhere to the rule of 5 7 5, but, as you may learn, this matters not, so much as the simple rule; to be able to say all in a single breath.

Inspired so from yet another film of emotion, and final heartbreak. I understand that I must not allow grief to rule me; must not allow myself to become lost in the tragedies of life, if I would ever again come to joy in the simple moments of life's pleasure...would ever perhaps come to love, to peace...still, I must grieve, at least now. Forgive my ramblings...I am heart-sore, and tired, spent. I hope you will not judge these words too harshly; they are made in emotion, but perhaps not refined, as I should normally make them, before I let them go.

Though it may seem now that all my efforts have been in vain; that still am I prone to anger, to frustration, to depression, still I will continue on, on this path I have chosen; and one day, at paths end, I will find peace, and love.

Expression of the beauty of nature, water falling into an Autumn pool; yet perhaps comfort,  offered in the knowledge of life's eventual return, or of beauty serving to console us, in the time of life's withdrawal.

Though sight is good and beautiful, it is perhaps true that if one comes to let it go, even if only for a moment, he will see the world through new, and different eyes.