I feel strangely very low. I feel the stillness in my surrounding, and yet I also sense the timor (tremor) in my heart. My mind is restless.
Time seems to be moving steadily ahead. Days, weeks, months eat away - and yet the moth is not returning into the caterpillar. Does time work in reverse too? Then why caterpillar?
There is a flutter in the air. And there is a storm in the sky. And as all of its lands - there is rain. Immense rain. Rain that sometimes lashes, and at most other times simply ebbs away.
The flow is receding.
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