I have yet to understand
how the weather can feel "sleepy"
but I sure as hell can feel it
the wind on my bare back glides like water
and the scent of freshly cut grass
is intertwined just a little bit with that of wet leaves
the swell of the waves
mirrors that of the clouds
ebbing and flowing at no particular pace
I have never felt such a crowd
while I am alone in this place
this place where everything is tangible
the air feels like ghosts in a small room
and I feel content