i really don't know what to think. i don't know if i care, either, to know what to think.
the release and the relief are giving me satisfaction enough. the giant sigh every cell makes in my body.

the wind and light rain parted the giant fog of last night.
i walked up the hill after teaching Restorative Yoga and felt the sun start to beat into my eyelids,
and the felt the breeze blowing fresh fall air through my lungs.

this fall seems endless. as though the trees are reluctant to give up their leaves, as though we are stuck in bronze and amber and gold. the chills are always parted with sunshine, and no thing feels particularly inclined to rush towards winter.

have you ever been touched gently on the back of the heart, between the shoulderblades, told you were sad, and you cried because you FELT it was true. though you'd never considered yourself "sad" before. every breath and movement of your body giving you away before your mind was even ready to accept or admit it?

i hadn't. 'til yesterday.

rosenwork, ck [2004-11-19]
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