Rain Is A Place That Weeps

Magic is found in solitude

Photo by Trần Anh Tuấn on Unsplash

I’m not sure why some days have the tones of solemn, so serious, there’s a distinct clear flatness.

It is as if our dream world has followed us into the now where breathing gets caught in the inhale.

I imagine, if I were in the woods the trees would be arched that of a temple.