This slump is subsiding.
I'm climbing out
slightly subdued.
I think I needed that, though.

My coffee tastes more flavorful
and the trees are coming to life.
The Black Keys echos throughout my room
while I sit cross legged
in my knit sweater, and tattered shorts
as I continuously adjust my glasses.

Inspiration is everywhere.
And I'm able to see it again
now that the thunder roars
and the rain soaks my clothes.
Soggy as it may be,
this is the season of change
and the season of rebirth.