Here is another for thou eyes to feast on,
I may love the smell of rain tapping on the crusty hardened soil, but then my hands, anesthetized by the sudden glaciating breaths of nature, they ache with the need for that midday sharp, almost acidic, rays of shining fire, born to silently burn the back of my neck.
Weather is the most primal continuum, one that sustains us with hope and sense of being, causing our witty curious minds to struggle trying to predict what’s still to come and exist. We treasure every sunny day calling to a walk by the beach, just as we are thankful for those thunder evenings, enclosing us at home and forcing us to binge-watch “True Detective“. We can deal with almost anything, but our merely human mental disposition remains unable to swallow monotony as a reality.
Time rolls, flies or simply passes. Fast or slow, it is constant in rhythm while making us feel totally twisted with all those different sensations of speed it can…
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