Day 1694, rhythm. Day's pictures, Poetry The sunrise today brightened the mist I was driving trough ~ the treetops I see far away appear and disappear with no rhythm in the wind ~ it calms me down to see the aimless belie the motions of the cogs I hear and feel in my head Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related