(Written November 6, 2017)
Going home via subway after a long day.
Energy depleted, memory hazy,
but its quite quiet, nothing crazy,
Just a hum of the tracks we’re gliding on,
and the weight of the world coming off our shoulders.
A Fall Sunday morning, and rain is falling, a calm, unmatched.
A colorless, weightless, shapeless onslaught, cool to the touch;
the sky is opaque, and I feel as each rain drop is a part of me. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 