I was there

The time at night when it's all still. Silent. Unwanting.

Like an agreement between the Earth and strife to conclude for a time.

Rain leaves a perfume of sweet pollen under the world's blanketed languor.

Chaos makes these times unnerving. Waiting for the break back open into the expanse.

But for that time, closed shut and encapsulated within a globe of what you thought the world might be like when you were 8.

It's okay.

It stays not long.

But....I was there.

And You can stop Her in the front lawn and let the earth spin around you for a moment.