The Feeling When (two small notes)

1. Just after rain against a washed-clean sky, a cloud mountain bloomed luminescent behind the Point. It feels exactly like I feel when in Japan and I spy Mount Fuji–that sense of has that been there this whole time? It’s so big. How could I have ever missed it? How long have I been unaware of things that matter?

2. This morning, the banded tail of a storm wags through the trees just outside my window, sending leaf and frond aquiver. It’s a susurrate coming and going, creating a restless energy that doesn’t gather but rather charges and dissipates so that you feel anxious and innervated.  I should be going somewhere with my life, but I only spin in circles as life progresses past.

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