A wall of water obscuring my view.
Dull. Muted. Gray.
A forced stillness.
Permission to stay rooted to one spot.
A cocoon of privacy. Mystery. Silence.
To burrow under blankets of words.
A warm cup in my hand.
Secrets spilling over and carried away in a river of passages.
Calm. Cozy. Refuge.
WHO'S WITH ME?