rain, winter, the third symphony
December 13, 2006 wednesday - 17:48
the rain is comforting. it falls outside, and the sound curls against my window against my body. it is almost seductive, like an old familiar lover.
rain is like forgetting. it locks us into our rooms, and pulls us apart, isolating us, washing us away, water sluicing down glass, thunder rumbling in the background.
it took longer than usual, but winter is finally here.