Angel,
Today threatens rain - not the violent thunderstorm with black clouds, lightening and thunder that rattle through your body. Today does not promise anything that would be so obvious.
Everything is grey - the sun cannot be located in the sky, yet there is light. Tall buildings disappear into a white mist - the low clouds that have settled over the city.
The sounds of the city are loud and muted - carried on a sticky humid breeze. If it were warmer this humidity would be stifling - but in the cool it feels like a caress. In the air are contradictions of light and dark, loud and quiet...
Today is a day that if you want to feel it you have to pay close attention to. It is a whisper. It is a lullaby. Listen to the day... A change is coming.. Soon...
The breeze that you barely feel and do not notice can change your entire world.
It can bring the sound of your footsteps to me. It can carry the scents of you...
Today threatens rain but promises so much more...
Whatever this day will bring... Come what may... I will be thinking of you.
Just Me
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