The Stand Still

There’s something about rainy days that make it easier to breathe. Literally and figuratively. It’s like time takes a backseat in space. Yet everyone’s always still rushing, and fretting about traffic, honking, honking and honking. Red light, green light, stop. 

Just stop.

And listen. 

To the rain.

And breathe it in.

Everything’s so beautiful washed in nature’s tears. Everything seems so pure again - ready to be polluted with dust, smoke and soot once again. But before that happens, take the chance, stop, and see what Eden was like.