It feels muggy today - like a storm is waiting to blow in - with quiet stirrings while the wind blows through the trees and plants. Not all of the plants speak, but the ones that do whisper in shushing sounds as the heat pushes down. Even the light feels filtered and still - like the blue sky is masked in a thin gauze made of clouds.
And I can't fully explain it, but somehow it all resounds with how my spirit feels today.
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