by Hello Twigs
stirring dull roots with spring rain – T.S. Eliot
Did you write today? Did you make art? Did you let a glaze of raindrops sweep across your opened palm? Let light in, let air, let hope and breathing. Let fall sweep you up with its voluminous wings into crisp mouthfuls of breezes, cherry tea steaming, warm on fingers and in cafes, rain on clear windows and clearer umbrellas – let it make you come more awake.