The vibrations flowing through my body are quite strong. An earthquake shakes my thoughts. The sudden creative rush stops me from moving. I reach to pick up a pen. Stare out the window to watch a storm approach from the west. The mountain encased by fog. Neither of us, pen or mind, can function. We are not heard and the mountain stands still.
I really never know
seasons: a poetic journey 
Such a profound observation. Thank you for sharing. I randomly visited your blog and now I am lost in here reading every other thing. You are quite an observer, I must say. There are simple sentences written underneath every photograph that makes you think about the picture in the photograph again. 🙂
Keep writing. Lots of love.
Kritika
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Will stop by to read your blog too! 🕊❤️🎶 Be well.
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Sure, anytime. You too take good care of yourself and your loved ones.
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