we're getting the first good rain of the monsoon season and it's fucking brilliant. My front yard is something of a river, but the air smells of the earth and things are for a moment, beautiful.
I've been feeling somewhat lost lately, caught between the foreboding notion of being an unchangeable constant and the image of who or what I want to be. I can't seem to break the cycles I've been slowly forming in stone beneath me, and every so often I look down and am terrified of how deep the rut has become.
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