Day 2 of my magical gratitude practice. The gratitude rock is small and
white and I like the focus for meditation. Although I much prefer the
flame, the flame stays with the candle and the small stone nests warmly
between silk and the girl closest to my heart. It’s flat enough not to
mess with the line of my blouse. Night came early with the fall back to central standard time, so when the rain came I could hear it but not see it just beyond my window.
Night's Tears
it’s raining beyond
my darkened window soothing
yet perhaps bad news
makes melancholy
what I feel most at the sound
of night’s unseen tears
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