After the Rain, the Sun

The endless rain like a wound re-opening, the feeling of hopelessness in the face of regret.

'Oh my love I can't let go...'

After; sun. Rays of illumination. Perception slowly shifting; sun flares; glimmers of gold.
Everything taking on the assemblage of significance again, every little thing mattering. Vindication. Redemption. Gold glint of memories, precious, priceless, lit, bit by bit, by love.

Momentous

Some things matter. More than we let on. Epiphanies do occur amongst exponential ordinary blankness. Quietly. Internally. Plates of consciousness shifting and illumination appearing. Some moments are more momentous than we care to let on.

'I can see for miles, miles....'

Forever Ago

October Melancholy

Some days are just tainted with melancholy in autumn aren't they, an undeniable flavour of nostalgia.