Thunder. It’s clearly about to rain.
The Guy is here. Alone.
It’s the kind of day that he’s moved through without much resistance from the world around him. The path he’s cut through an ordinary day has been traveled without deviation.
And he has landed here. At the end of another ordinary day.
Although he has the feeling that something is different.
Some distance has been shortened.
And though he’d love to be clearer right now, he’d love to produce a perfectly constructed image that distills this feeling, he finds he’s unable.
Maybe he’s too tired. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to oversimplify this feeling.
But it feels as though he is moving through life in ever smaller circles, approaching something.
He doesn’t know what.
Thunder again. Rain approaches. It’ll hit the window right beside his bed.
He will sleep well tonight.
The lights go down.
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I have never slept so soundly as when it's raining and overcast...not much light left in the day...with my fella wrapped up in my arms...you'll find your clarity!! It'll come when you're not waiting for it!
Like a penny in those donation things at museums...those were so cool.
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