Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Rainy days

It's been raining around here for the last couple of days... the sky's been low; leaden with torrential clouds and the garden is looking supple, and dense with the myriads of petals gifted by yielding roses; resembling the wet dark English garden of old books... I can hear the mystifying sound of raindrops hitting hard on the pebbles on the left side of the garden. It made me want to go outside and be drenched in whatever magic possesses the rain; dress in bluntness and truthfulness so vital. I am loving it. Looking outside the window at how comfortable doves and birds seem to be with this kind of weather; never fearing, as I am too, so at ease with this estrange sinuosity in which the garden has wrapped itself with, and the gloominess that transpires and fills our earth with a charming sense of stillness and haziness and mystery...

From my window—the world is at peace. I am at peace. I am so humbly grateful.