thoughts on walking to Crerar

the rain
the grey woolen blanket of air
and the trees and the stones
quietly worn away,
slowly
as they were meant to
drop
by
drop.

it feels like the best days at Ishibashi or Awara.

and the beauty of the sad silence
the silence that gracefully accepts any sound trying to pierce it
and lets it pass through
as if it were nothing.
the joy, the complete overflowing contentment of the silence
of the stones
and of the rain
and of the blanket of air
all makes me want to cry
and embrace every inch
and let it pass through
as if it were everything.