Long awaited thunder breaks the silence. Smell of burnt soil fills the air. Ahhh … Freshness ….
The world seen through the raindrop, that rested quietly on the glass, seems distorted. Same as distorted are the fears that I saw through my own lens, just a moment ago. So big, so terrifying, so important! Now they’re just a funny writing on a grain of sand.
How can we believe our own senses?
Nothing is real.