today seemed inspired,
clever grammatic acrobatics,
maybe some genuine musings,
definite contextual reactions.
has the psyche, yours and mine,
been as busy as the day's rain?
what was so different in the air,
when we stayed inside,
seCured in our sense of shelter?
was it ugly out? I found it beautiful,
but I couldn't take my laptop outside :/
let it rain, it has antiseptics :} think about it