props to Sir Nicholai for the pics...

the random thoughts that class generates...

rain falling over fields - lines stretching out and away - line of earth in dull greens and blues - the falling rain coming down in lines of grey haze - imagining the feeling of openness all around while having clouds pressing down - the rain coming down...


why does beauty ache?

It rains!! I am happy - I've missed the fogs and the wet and the sent of cool damp air...

these fits of passion
possess and release my soul -
all at once feeling
too much to be expressed
then falling back exhausted, the embrace
gone
hollow and depleted, yearning to be content
creativity coming only in the evanescent
moments between rise and fall