The Time Machine

All the love in her life had ended in different proximities. In a frenzied moment she was in X's building, Y's bed, Z's arms and A's head. The past faded into yellow-orange-red-maroon, all at once.

Dormant/Release

And its raining now!!
Finally the skies have given up and unleashed in full glory our beloved monsoon rain. The earth is cooling off and the encounter with each drop is nothing less than violent. These two elements bonded to each other since eternity meet in great grandeur from the months of separation. They are like lovers scorned and re-united by resistance, the reaction as precedented is epic. They have reconciled and the Earth manifests in their fertile union.
I love the rains, they have an innate quality of being so endearing that you can spend lifetimes looking far into sheets of their downfall. They particularly love the attention as well, finding every opportunity to shower their love on you. Moreover its the season of my favorite song!
And no matter how cliche this sounds, snuggling into a comforter with a cup of coffee and the vast volume of rain in the distance makes me feel extremely content and safe. Of course, listening to Jack Johnson only heightens the joy of monsoon :)