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  • i chase the weight of the moments after rainfall

    where the world is restored to its former peace, albeit heavier, and the only sounds are the whispers of wayward droplets being tossed down from the treetops to join their minuscule sea

  • imagine with me, if you will, a snowfall.

    the catastrophic peace of a winter morning, grey skies and icy windows framed by flakes laid to rest

    frostbitten breezes wind through heavy-laden branches, sending clouds of snow swirling through the air as if from a powder-puff against a grandmother's cheek

    wandering rays of sunlight find their way through the cloud cover

    and it's beautiful.