Sunday, July 19, 2009
In a way, my favourite kind of day: warm, gentle rain, swift-moving clouds, the sea rolling but mild, birds fishing on the points, the sun not too far away--just behind those clouds there.
In way, my favourite kind of day, summer calm; rain, hush, relief.
In a way...
Still, I chafe against the darkness, the way that my eyesight is shrouded; in the rain, I feel bounded and too contained. As if getting wet were something to be avoided, at all costs.
I sway in the wind like the trees, rooted despite my legs.
Rain on the pond
Rain and fog over the pond
Rainy self portrait