Yellow Sky ☀ Blue Sun

those mornings when…

you weak up in a cabin

full of cold air

the smell of wood burning

bloodhound at the foot of your bed

the mountains are calling

river flowing

fill your lungs with

the clean air.

rain dance

it’s raining out over the ocean and the wind’s blowing cool air all through our little beach house; storms are ironically peaceful. 

why is our species so often calmed when mother nature is disturbed?