Long days wind sinews
Into constrictive shackles.
Bow head, close eyes, breathe.
life experience
Wavering against an inside tide only makes for an oncoming storm.
When the air is still
A tree cannot shed anew.
Create your own gust.
Walking around with some silent buzzing in my head
Hyper aware sense
Movement through space leaves tracers
Smell the summer rain.
MKat Reclamations 