Thoughts // Seasons

While lying here with the windows open and ceiling fan churning, I hear the traffic on the near freeway.  I feel the warm air layered on top of a subtle chill that is winter relinquishing its hold of this space, and spring/summer moving in.

It is in the moment, I realized that with the chaos of spring, the transition, is when my own thoughts are the most chaotic, random, slipping from my grasp, before returning in a different form, with a different question.

Whereas winter, the thoughts are singular as I go within for warmth and simplicity.






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