Time hasn't changed here. I still come alive at night to feel the ground breath exhaling the day’s heat. The earth’s sweet sighs are carried on the wind, embracing me like an old friend.
I listen. The stars are out. Arranged in all their glorious chaotic order. I want to hear their whispered conversations, in a language I'll never comprehend. I find myself between the light and the void, and then lose it again under these stellar skies.
Tomorrow is pressing at the edges, filling me with a need to do, to think, to say things with the consistency of meaning. It’s nothing I can ever manage.
The rain begins so slowly almost as if it were hesitant, but the clouds soon find confidence. I let my thoughts pour like the storm In little rivets, falling in the air bursting on the ground, dried and forgotten. The here and the why and the what for. Each one precipitated and each one, unanswered.
Light is finding its legs silencing the stars as it creeps along. For a precious agonizing moment, everything is silent. I close my eyes and dream, There’s always been comfort in a sunrise.