god, this rain.
I wish you could hear it. The way the mountains that rise up behind and all around my home tilt the trees inward somehow so that the deluge feels like it's in. And then that cozy, being dry in the midst of storm thing. Storm pressurizes the gladness for warm and dry...
I'm blathering cuz I'm avoiding writing what is there for me tonight. This particular invitation to the deep is making me uncomfortable. Do you ever have that antsy, "o god I'm going to throw up" feeling right before you dive into some deep space?