Out the window the clouds were pretending to be mountains, there, across the skyline, beyond the distant hills, where the world ends, there below the sky with shoulders hunched, the sun hesitant and hiding, air pregnant with anticipation, and the scent rising slowly... humidity gave way to precipitation, basic science ....
the evening air feels scrubbed clean, after the bout of rain romance... unleashed passion and the fragrance lingers...
with a small perma smile... i get back to my books, my baby and all things practical... and yet, the heart believes... we are surrounded by magic, always...
CpRyt@NeerS