On the station the rain was a comfort today in the blackness of night still around on the edge of a morning still hidden from view with a gentle soft rushing of sound Mist-like it drifted and cooled like a breeze that summer would oft call a friend yet it is still March and winter remains several weeks yet from its natural end So this morning with whimsy I breathed it all in finding comfort as thought took a hold thinking of Spring and the summer beyond days of warmth to replace these of cold
©Jemverse
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