“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”Anais Nin
It rains in the most obscure places; the unexpected. Taps playing on my skin. The urge to run becoming prevalent. Be still, let nature take its course.
A sense of panic lingers. Words spewed to comfort. It’s not over. Garbled dreams and nightmares so vivid. Time is forced to rewind. We’ve shut our doors again.
A summer of Deja Vu becomes reminiscent of a love story. Cascading sunbeams reflecting our memories. The warning of a storm, the bittersweet smell of rain.
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”Leonardo da Vinci