June 8, 2012 § 6 Comments
Rain lightly dusts us in a breeze rattling through tea bushes and silver oak, reminiscent of the spray of the sea.
The monsoons arrived a week ago and were quick to kidnap the steady sun. We soon found ourselves in the liberating shackles of clouds as they began reclaiming the mountains with plundering winds. We seem to have returned to the routine madness of the skies, as light and warmth joyously dance through our valleys in silence.