Miracles do still occur.

coffee @ 9am
chill in the air
felt quite lovely
and then
dream of all dreams, out of nowhere and real
can't wait to get home, someone is waiting at last
system's reset, the world is rebuilt
oceans are filling, the clouds are regathering
Sparrow may flutter wild and lightly to me
one day past 60 was all that she swears she'd need
"So, that's all you get, Child, loved while it was;
but never again, I guess we'll just have to readjust"
hung on that word, for all that i've strived
fruitless and emptying, slowly but steadily
60 more later, a drop or two lingering
can't seem to rid myself of drops you keep putting in
but then i thought
this is really ridiculous
and this is really delicious

It's getting cold! Something about that chill in the air that causes the wind to blow. This is when it always seems to happen, right? And what better season? New ways to warm up, that's probably why. Or we'll know for sure pretty soon, at least.

I don't know why you hate the cold so much, it's always been great to me in the past. And I think this winter will be even better. Let's battle the winds together. Then you'll see.

*unpauses the stopwatch*

storms are nice as they come and go
but it seems monotony's mostly the case
enough to feel like once in a lifetime
is how often i feel the wind kiss my face
but today i'm having to decide
between a breeze or a gust
the wind in both ears means i'm ignorant to distant thunder
and makes the everlasting passing seem just
but should i make a left or take a right
either way i'd be willing to go
but the winter's approaching with rapidity
and acting quickly makes the season easier to know
so what would you do if you were me?
dare to be different or stick with something familiar?
i think i know the answer i'm looking for
and this winter just got a little easier

your arms outstretched, your head tilted back
take a spin and lift off the ground
eyes shut tight, you can remove yourself
and have nothing to lose

i should stop at this

at about 11:00am
drinking coffee
enjoying the sporadic wind

the lightning let up and the clouds parted ways
and suddenly things were no longer the same
the earth's violent tremor was forever lost
and the quiet slowly drove me insane
without walking out of my door, i could tell
god's given weather no longer kept my attention
with light through the window cutting my room in half
my disdain for the contrast fueled my pretension
for everyone knows but they wouldn't admit it
singular darkness beats deciding where to sway
and the wind that your shutters hide you from
can feel amazing if you let it sweep you away
but as luck would have it, i've got no control
over storms that tend to come and go
so i'll just let them come whenever they'd like
and bask in them while they're still here to know

but then i thought
nah
that can't be it