of the sand...
Before me lies the cold of fall, my birth preceding the season of warm spices &
sharp winds making night of days littered with clouds.
Historically, my vision is more optimistic during this period,
rose tinted lenses courtesy of "you were blessed with another year" celebrations.
I've come to appreciate that, reminded each year that clarity will be born of harsh North winds.
This year offers nothing different, nothing to suspend my anticipation.
There is however, an added bonus so to say.
This year l look forward to dancing slowly in the rain.
Two-stepping in a Tuesday thunderstorm, beauty clouding our absurdity.
sharp winds making night of days littered with clouds.
Historically, my vision is more optimistic during this period,
rose tinted lenses courtesy of "you were blessed with another year" celebrations.
I've come to appreciate that, reminded each year that clarity will be born of harsh North winds.
This year offers nothing different, nothing to suspend my anticipation.
There is however, an added bonus so to say.
This year l look forward to dancing slowly in the rain.
Two-stepping in a Tuesday thunderstorm, beauty clouding our absurdity.
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