Rain drops run rivulets Down the iron Along bark They run and they run until they simply run out Soak in and stop Lying in bed I listen to them scatter and thrum Wondering How it would feel To be a raindrop running Joining and splitting, becoming greater, smaller Turning into a puddle, forming a […]
Routine is chosen Habit isn’t always But if the two work in tandem Transformation happens *header photo of cliffs eroded by time and nature. The beautiful ocean. Bottom of Australia, Margaret River region trip 2018 Older posts you may not have read: https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2019/12/23/always-stay-humble-and-kind/ Or https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2020/02/02/waiting-for-permission/
