between cloud and rain

I have a cupboard full of unframed prints. Pictures I've forgotten to display. On days like these I peruse their beauty before returning them to their shelf. Hoarding treasures like an island. Making maps to plunder me by.

There is a beauty in the silence that hold solitude and lonliness in place. I am an astronaut. Isolated by perspective. The smell of rain is on the horizon but has not yet broken it's thirst. My teeth are cut on small goods. I am processing these things so they'll keep.