Make Something FromThe Rain

Sometimes the heartache, mental strain is enough to make you insane in the brain. Not much going in these endeavours. No creative gains in this stinkin’ rain. What gains? Obstacles,  all they mean is to be all time banes. Love cinnamon rolls and champagne. Sip as the overcast bloom attempts to xoncoct gloom. A masterpiece moment to enjoy warm fires,  soaring green l landscapes, reading stories hearing music sooth as the lit fuse ….fuels….as the sweeping afternoon sways to dark night….swanky coffee, herbal teas, and strobe lights. Hors d’oeuvres, conversation, meditation…..each season produces different educations. Wanting to make magic out of malaise. Hoping to not fall victim to greed or haste. Make no mistake. A noveau state of mind. As each sense heightens. At least make this hello swing awhile.  Cleaning palates….in the rain….