ellenwaddell:

Don’t you think late afternoon is the most hideously inappropriate time of day to feel upset? I can hear gentle sounds of traffic, someone’s sprinkler, and the neighbours wind chimes. Wind chimes are a perfect interlude, the breaker in spirals of self-doubt and a reminder that someone is trying to give the wind a voice and that’s just sad.

interlude.

a whirlwind

picks me up

and i swirl

in the chaos

for a while.

shut my eyes

round and round;

it sets me down.