I looked to the rain for answers but each drop was only the entrance to an ocean whose depths would be plumbed by currents I could not follow with grace or agility. So the questions hung in the air, wet sparrows searching for a sheltered branch.
I looked to the rain for answers but each drop was only the entrance to an ocean whose depths would be plumbed by currents I could not follow with grace or agility. So the questions hung in the air, wet sparrows searching for a sheltered branch.
