Rain drops on my window

these days I require little.

a warm bed to sleep in

genuine friends with gentle claws and lots of fur by my side

I sit in my garden out of the hot sun

watching birds fly to my feeder full of seeds and then into the bird bath they go to bathe themselves and preen their feathers dry

I look out my window on stormy days drinking warm green tea and watch the wind blow her brother rain on the pane

but nature never fails forgiving embracing what I think is the real me always absorbing my human essence into itself erasing that which I think I am renewing me reinventing me painting its version of me into a brand new awareness of myself.

 

 

 

 

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