Comforting... rhythmic... drip, drip, drip...
The Mountain relaxes... unwinding mossy limbs... exposing delicate skin to cold moisture ...
Green and grey blend softly... blurry outlines evoke fantastic stories... of what may have been... and what may yet become.
I burrow into the warmth of home and hearth... to sit and dream of a summer to come... and to remember children and gardens long matured... and those I love, now gone, or far away.
Between Samhuin and Solstice, I drift... and dream...
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