God’s fury has passed, as the last sudden light flashes, and the flooding rain begins to slow, while the forceful winds move away to the quiet of the dawn. One leaf flutters down, torn from its anchor, alone, resplendent in its moment, whilst I see, feel, as one with that leaf. The aftermath, what was and what is. Not what is chosen, but is forced upon us. To feel alone after the storm, to want to rejoin in the coming dawn. The human hunger, naked again.
Alone with the Dawn
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I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal. View all posts by ramblingsfromanunpavedmind