it was a lot of rain, and sun and movement. it was so much more than that. it was warm. it was wet and the colours ran, wild and contained. there were clouds that had never ending depth.
it was a perfect event. that time, it lasted forever. the air was as pure as air could possibly be. I feel every particle of my soul gasping, pushing through my pores, pushing back there.
I know this. I know my being.
and my mind just kind of scrambles in rhythm.
contently, unconsciously, aware.
how then continuously warms, like the sun, regardless of cloudy skies.
and when the roll is called up yonder, you know I'll be there.