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The Night Thoughts Have Their Own Vibe
I'm not as present as I used to be
Nor as distant
Middle ground is not my area
If I were weather, what might I be?
I have a love of rolling fog but I'm not that
Hopefully not fine rain
A thunderstorm is in the maybes
Howling wind - IMO no...
I bet someone would say I'm hailstone - I'd disagree
A clear night?
I'm often that, an expanse of no thoughts or deep thinking (they feel the same)
A soft breeze that kisses the neck - possibly in an alternate universe
Heavy rain that makes progress difficult - don't let it be that
The first snowfall - bright and fresh, transforming all around to beauty - you know, that has certainly been true
I suppose a type of weather isn't a constant
Over analysing is not the job of the weather
I should just be
Leave the labelling to someone else
Monitoring and forecasting
Pointlessly
Just pondering the difference between storm chasers and weather men...
Maybe I'll breeze about tomorrow
See if a change in the weather was all that was needed
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