Gloom and rain and birdsongs and wooden windchimes.
All things singing to the heavens.
This rain is not a dark gloom, though many are deceived by the darkness of afternoon.
This rain is growing and healing and breathing life into the sleeping.
Just as the forest does to our souls when we dare expose ourselves to it.
[ —depths and heights ]
syd wachs @videmusart
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