Twenty years after

I remember the long, rainy nights

spend on listening to Jazz, Blues and Ambient

when the whole world up to the darkness

itself seemed to be alive -

all essence, all life

and myriad paths ran through it

to possible futures

all equally enchanting.

I would go outside to

feel the rain, to hear

it's sounds, the whisper

of the trees, the wind -

to catch the first hint of

a change of seasons, perhaps,

although it did not matter,

as all was one and I was

one with everything,

not disturbing, not

out of place, but just

like the rain passing through it

in my way to something greater.

01.05.2013