Feeling like a mote. Something so small as to be inconsequential being batted about by forces both big and small.
Absorbing the damp of yesterday to the point of a certain level of debilitation. Drying out this morning and soaking in actual sunlight and the figurative sun of girlfriends. Feeling the low pressure system approaching this afternoon nearly knocked flat by the weight bearing down on every horizontal plane of my body.
So sensitive.
From air to fire to water to earth.
Understanding that entropy rules matter but experiencing birth and opening and light over and over again.
I may be a mote, but I'm a pretty happy mote.
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