Today it's raining out, so instead of doing things out of doors, like running screaming through the free falling water drops, lets sit inside in a haze of incense.
Let's rearrange our room and look at all of the artsy, crafted things we have filled it with. In this way, we can revel in our artsy, craftedness.
Let's drink warm tea and feel the full weight of a melancholy restfulness that dampens the world like a hand tightened drum when the rain falls from the sky.
Let's listen to the pulse of the world as she grows, and know that what grows today, well, will die.
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