I've just finished studying for the night and am taking a moment to pause and reflect on what to do next. But a something has caught my attention. I realize that while I have been focused on my textbook, that something has coaxed me into a state of being I haven't felt in quite some time.
Outside, rain gently falls, keeping subtle time to the quiet music that plays in the background.
Damp, chill air swells through the open window above, caresses my face, cools my skin.
I close my eyes and inhale, taking in the loamy scent of wet earth and the unmistakable aroma of encroaching Autumn.
I sigh.
This weather soothes me, comforts me, envelops me with an insular sense of deep content. The energy of rain and damp and cool stills the restless stirring within, allowing now-rare moments of inspiration to awaken and unfurl.
On a mid-July night when it should be too hot to sleep, this unseasonable weather presents a precious gift of perfect peace and quietude, a nourishment of the earth...
...and of the soul.
