still.

there are those magical subtleties..

such as the warm damp smell,

heavy and soft,

just breezing through your mesh.

drops of moisture escaping through the heavens, the heavens painted in gold blue and evening.

these things are gentle and silent.


and you are prone to pay no mind when they come.

but they are there. for you.

when the moment is still, you can hear the seconds stop.